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LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,   D.  D. 

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BY   A   LADY. 


NEW  YORK: 
ROBERT  CARTER  &  BROTHERS, 

530    BROADWAY. 
1857. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1851,  by 

ROBERT  CARTER  &  BROTHERS, 
In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  Southern  District  of  New  York. 


.     B.    SMITH,    STEREOTYPES,  R.    CRAIGHEAD      PRINTER 

216  William  Street,  New  York. 


Iff lit 


To  the  bereaved,  the  sorrowing,  the  weary,  and  the 
heavy-laden,  this  volume  is  affectionately  inscribed. 

It  is  designed  to  comfort  and  sustain  the  Christian  pil- 
grim in  his  passage  through  an  enemy's  country,  by  pre- 
senting daily  to  his  mind  the  precious  promises  contained 
in  the  word  of  God,  and  to  encourage  him  to  press  forward 
to  that  glorious  inheritance  promised  to  him  who  "  endureth 
unto  the  end."  Many  of  the  selections  accompanying  the 
text  will  doubtless  be  familiar  to  the  reader,  but  we  trust 
they  will  not  for  this  reason  be  the  less  acceptable ;  they 
have  been  chosen  not  so  much  for  their  novelty,  as  for  the 
devotional  and  earnest  spirit  which  they  breathe.  It  has 
been  a  delightful  occupation  to  search  the  Scriptures  for 
these  great  and  precious  promises  ;  and  it  is  humbly  hoped 
that  many  of  those  into  whose  hands  this  small  selection 
may  fall,  will  find  it  their  pleasure  to  commit  to  memory 
the  passage  of  Scripture  appropriated  to  the  day  of  the 
month,  which,  with  a  little  effort,  may  be  accomplished  be- 
fore entering  on  the  business  of  the  day.  When  "  clouds 
and  darkness  are  round  about  us,"  when  there  seems  "no 
eye  to  pity,"  and  no  human  hand  to  bring  relief,  with  these 
words  hidden  in  the  heart,  instead  of  pining  in  sadness,  we 
can  always  rejoice  and  sing,  "  In  the  multitude  of  my 
thoughts  within  me  thy  comforts  delight  my  soul." 


JANUARY  1. 

Because    Thou   hast   "been   my   help,    therefore  in  th* 
shadow  of  thy  wrings  will  I  rejoice. — Psalm  lxiii.  7. 

For  what    shall  I  praise  thee,  my  God,  and    my 

king  ? 
For  what  blessings  the  tribute  of  gratitude  bring  ? 
Shall  I  praise  thee  for  pleasure,  for  health,  or  foi 

ease, 
For  the  sunshine  of  youth,  for  the  garden  of  peace  ? 

Shall  I  praise    thee    for  flowers   that   bloomed  on 

my  breast, 
For  joys  in  prospective,  and  pleasure  possessed  ? 
For  the  spirits  that  brightened  my  days  of  delight  ? 
For  the  slumbers  that  sat  on  my  pillow  by  night  ? 

For  this  should  I  thank  thee  ;  but  if  only  for  this, 
I  should  leave  half  untold  the  donation  of  bliss : 


SONGS    IN    THE 


I  thank  thee  for  sickness,  for  sorrow,  for  care, 
For   the    thorns  I    have    gathered,  the    anguish  I 
share, 

For  nights  of  anxiety,  watching,  and  tears, 
A  present  of  pain,  a  prospective  of  fears  ; 
I  thank  thee,  I  bless  thee,  fny  king  and  my  God, 
For   the   good    and    the    evil   thy  hand   hath   be- 
stowed,— 

The    flowers  were    sweet,  but    their  fragrance   is 

flown, 
They  yielded  no  fruit,  they  are  withered  and  gone  ! 
The  thorn  it  was  poignant,  but  precious  to  me  ; 
'T  was  the  message  of  mercy,  it  led  me  to  thee. 

CAROLINE   FRY. 

JANUARY  2. 

The  Lord  God  is  a  sun  and  shield  ;  the  LoTd  will 
give  grace  and  glory:  no  good  thing  ■will  he  withhold 
from  them  who  walk  "uprightly. — Psalm  lxxxiv.  11. 

Oh  !    Christian,  who  is  like  to  thee  ? 
A  ransomed  sinner — called  to  be 
Peculiar  to  the  Lord : 


nOUSE    OF    MY    TILGRIMAGE. 


Thy  shield,  He  guards  thee  from  the  foe  ; 
Thy  sword,  He  fights  thy  battles  too  ; 
Himself  thy  great  reward. 

Fear  not,  though  many  should  oppose, 
For  God  is  stronger  than  thy  foes, 

And  makes  thy  cause  his  own  : 
The  promised  land  before  thee  lies, 
Go  and  possess  the  glorious  prize, 

Reserved  for  thee  alone. 

JANUARY  3. 

They   that    sow  in   tears,    shall   reap   in  joy. — Psalm 
cxxiv.  5. 

There  is  an  hour  of  hallowed  peace 
For  those  with  cares  oppressed, 
'    When  sighs  and  sorrowing  tears  shall  ceasef 
And  all  be  hushed  to  rest. 
'Tis  then  the  soul  is  freed  from  fears, 

And  doubts  which  here  annoy  ; 
Then  they  that  oft  have  sown  in  tears, 
Shall  reap  again  in  joy. 


10  SONGS   IN    THE 


There  is  a  home  of  sweet  repose, 

Where  storms  assail  no  more; 
The  stream  of  endless  pleasure  flows 

On  that  celestial  shore. 
There  purity  with  love  appears, 

And  bliss  without  alloy  ; 
There  they  that  oft  have  sown  in  tears 

Shall  reap  again  in  joy. 


JANUARY  4. 

An  inheritance  incorruptible  and  undefiled,  and  that 
fadeth  not  away. — 1  Peter  i.  4. 

Ye  angels  who  stand  round  the  throne 

And  view  my  Immanuel's  face, 
In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known : 

Tune,  tune  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise. 
He  formed  you  the  spirits  you  are, 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good ; 
While  others  sunk  down  in  despair, 

Confirmed  by  his  power,  ye  stood 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE.  11 

Oh  when  will  the  period  appear, 

When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song  ? 
I  'm  weary  of  lingering  here, 

And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong. 
I  'm  fettered  and  chained  up  in  clay  ; 

I  struggle  and  pant  to  be  free  ; 
I  long  to  be  soaring  away 

My  God  and  my  Saviour  to  see. 

I  want  to  put  on  my  attire, 

Washed  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb, 
I  want  to  be  one  of  your  choir 

And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  his  name  : 
I  want,  oh  !    I  want  to  be  there, 

When  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu, 
Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share, 

To  wonder  and  worship  with  you. 

MADAME    DE    FLEUBT. 


12  SONGS    IN    THE 


JANUARY  5. 

'Tis  I  !    Be  not  afraid.— Mark  vi.  50. 

Our  Saviour,  how  often  when  trials  are  needed, 
To  humble  presumption,  and  pride  to  repress, 
Thou  com'st  to  our  hearts,  yet  unknown   and  un- 
heeded, 
Nay,  oft'ner    reviled,  though    thou   speakest   to 
bless  ! 
The    creature,    though    finite,    though   erring   and 
blind, 
Still  rebels  'gainst  the  dealings  of  infinite  mind. 

Oh   teach   us,  our   Father,  when   loved    ones    are 
taken, 

And  we  would  rebel  at  the  heart-breaking  blow  ; 
When  earth  seems  a  desert,  and  we  all  forsaken, 

And  beauty  and  happiness  mock  at  our  woe  : 
To  trust  all  to  Him,  who  in  mercy  hath  said, 

"It  is  I — it  is  Jesus — oh  !    be  not  afraid !" 

Q.   P.  T. 


HOUSE    OF    MY   PILGRIMAGE.  13 


JANUARY    6. 

For  we  that  are  in  this  tabernacle  do  groan,  "being 
■burdened  ;  not  for  that  we  would  be  unclothed,  but 
clothed  upon,  that  mortality  might  be  swallowed  up  of 
life. — 2  Corinthians  v.  4. 

If  through  unruffled  seas 
Toward  Heaven  we  calmly  sail, 
With  grateful  hearts,  oh  God,  to  Thee 
We  '11  own  the  fostering  gale : 

But  should  the  surges  rise, 

And  rest  delay  to  come, 

Blest  be  the  sorrow,  kind  the  storm, 

Which  drives  us  nearer  home. 


JANUARY  7. 

When   my  spirit  was   overwhelmed  within  me,  then 
Thou  knewest  my  path. — Psalm  cxliii.  3. 

My  God  !    whose  gracious  pity  I  may  claim, 
Calling  Thee  Father — sweet  endearing  name, 
The  sufferings  of  this  weak  and  weary  frame, 
All,  all  are  known  to  Thee. 


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From  human  eye  'tis  better  to  conceal 
Much  that  I  suffer,  much  I  hourly  feel ; 
But  oh  !  this  thought  does  tranquillize  and  heal, 
All,  all  are  known  to  Thee. 


JANUARY  8. 

Thus   shall  they  know  that  I  the  Lord  their  God  am 
with  them. — Ezekiel  xxxiv.  30. 

Each  secret  conflict  with  indwelling  sin, 
Each  sickening  fear — I  ne'er  the  prize  shall  win, 
Each  pang  from  irritation,  turmoil,  din, 
All,  all  are  known  to  Thee. 

When  in  the  morning  unrefreshed  I  wake, 
Or  in  the  night  but  little  rest  can  take, 
This  brief  appeal  submissively  I  make, 
All,  all  is  known  to  Thee. 


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JANUARY  9. 

Ye  know  that  ye  "were  not  redeemed  "with  corruptible 
things,  but  -with  the  precious  blood  of  Christ,  as  of  a 
Iamb  withou  md  without  spot. — 1  Pet.  i.  18,  19. 

Nor  will  the  bitter  draught  distasteful  prove 
While  I  recall  the  Son  of  thy  dear  love ; 
The  cup  thou  wouldst  not  for  our  sakes  remove, 
That  cup  he  drank  for  me. 

He  drank  it  to  the  dregs — no  drop  remained 
Of  wrath,  for  those  whose  cup  he  drained  ; 
Man    ne'er  can    know  what   that   sad  cup  con 
tained, — 
All,  all  is  known  to  Thee. 


JANUARY  10. 

He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep. — Psalm  cxxvii.  2. 

I  tread  the  churchyard's  path  alone, 
Unseen  to  shed  the  gushing  tear ; 

I  read  on  many  a  mouldering  stone 
Fond  records  of  the  good  and  dear. 


16  SONGS    IN    THE 


My  soul  is  well  nigh  faint  with  fear, 
When  doubting  Mary  went  to  weep  ; 

And  yet  what  sweet  repose  is  here, — 
"He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep." 

The  world  is  but  a  feverish  rest 

To  weary  pilgrims  sometimes  given, 

When  pleasure's  cup  has  lost  its  zest, 
And  glory's  hard-earned  crown  is  riven, 
Here  softer  than  the  dews  of  even 
Fall  peaceful   on  the  slumbering  deep, 

Asleep  to  earth — awake  to  heaven — 
He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep. 

BISHOP   SPENCER. 


JANUARY  11. 

Be  watchful  and  strengthen  the  things  which  remain, 
that  are  ready  to  die  :  for  I  have  not  found  thy  works 
perfect  "before  God. — Revelation  iii.  2. 

Let  not  soft  slumber  close  your  eyes 
Before  you  've  recollected  thrice 
The  train  of  actions  through  the  day  : 
Where  have  my  feet  chose  out  the  way  ? 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE.  17 

What  have  I  learned  where'er  I've  been, 
From  all  I  've  heard,  from  all  I  've  seen  ? 
What  know  I  more  that 's  worth  the  knowing  ? 
What  have  I  done  that 's  worth  the  doing  ? 
What  have  I  sought  that  I  should  shun  ? 
What  duty  have  I  left  undone  ? 
Or  into  what  new  follies  run  ? 
These  self-inquiries  are  the  road 
That  leads  to  virtue  and  to  God. 

DR.  "WATTS. 

JANUARY  12. 

I  am  the  true  vine  and  my  Father  is  the  husDan&man. 

John  xv.  1. 

Weary  pilgrim,  lift  thine  eye  ; 

Downward  through  the  yielding  sky, 
Lo  the  Vine  of  Canaan  bends 

Near  the  hand  that  faith  extends ; 
Fainting  with  the  summer's  heat, 
Thou  art  welcome,  "  Take  and  eat." 

'Tis  no  dream,  this  vine  is  true, 
Taste,  the  vintage  is  for  you ; 


18  SONGS    IN    THE 


Quicken  thou  thy  lingering  feet, 
Thou  art  welcome,  "  Take  and  eat." 


JANUARY  13. 

Is  it  not  (the  fast  that  I  have  chosen)  to  deal  thy  "bTead 
to  the  hungry,  and  that  thou  "bring  the  poor  that  are 
cast  out  to  thy  house  ?  "when  thou  seest  the  naked  that 
thou  cover  him  ;  and  that  thou  hide  not  thyself  from 
thine  own  flesh. — Isaiah  lviii.  7. 

Thy  neighbor  ?    it  is  he  whom  thou 

Hast  power  to  aid  and  bless ; 
Whose  aching  heart  or  burning  brow 

Thy  soothing  hand  may  press. 

Thy  neighbor  ?    'tis  the  fainting  poor, 

Whose  eye  with  want  is  dim, 
Whom  hunger  sends  from  door  to  door, — 

Go  thou,  and  succor  him. 

Whene'er  thou  meet'st  a  human  form 

Loss  favored  than  thine  own, 
Remember  'tis  thy  brother  worm, 

Thy  brother,  or  thy   son. 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE.  19 

Oh  !    pass  not,  pass  not  heedless  by ; 

Perhaps  thou  canst  redeem 
The  breaking  heart  from  misery  : — 

Go  share  thy  lot  with  him. 


JANUARY   14. 

For  -which  cause  we  faint  not ;  out  though  our  out- 
ward man  perish,  yet  the  inward  man  is  renewed  day  by 
day. — 2  Corinthians  iv.  16. 

Christian,    walk    cheerfully,    though   the    dark 

storm 
Fill  the  bright  sky  with  the  clouds  of  alarm ; 
Soon  will  the  clouds  and  the  tempest  be  past, 
And  thou  shalt  dwell  safely  with  Jesus  at  last. 

Christian,  walk  carefully,  danger  is  near, 
Work  out  thy  journey  with  trembling  and  fear  ; 
Snares  from  without  and  temptations  within 
Seek  to  entice  thee  again  into  sin. 


20  SONGS   IN    THE 


JANUARY  15. 

A  bruised  reed  shall  he  not  "break,  and  the  smoking 
Eax  shall  he  not  quench  ;  he  shall  "bring  forth  judgment 
with  truth. — Isaiah  xlil  3. 

Broken-hearted,  weep  ho  more  ! 

Hear  what  comfort  he  hath  spoken, 
Smoking  flax  who  ne'er  hath  quenched, 

Bruised  reed  who  ne'er  hath  broken  : — 
Ye  who  wander  here  below, 
Heavy  laden  as  ye  go, 
Come  with  grief,  with  sin  oppressed, 
Come  to  me,  and  be  at  rest. 

Broken-hearted,  weep  no  more  ! 

Far  from  consolation  flying  ; 
He  who  calls  hath  felt  thy  wound, 

Seen  thy  weeping,  heard  thy  sighing : — 
Bring  thy  broken  heart  to  me  ; 
Welcome  offering  it  shall  be  ; 
Streaming  tears  and  bursting  sighs, 
Mine  accepted  sacrifice. 


HOUSE   OF   MY   FILGRIMAGE.  21 


JANUARY  16. 

The  Lord  resisteth  the  prcud,  but  giveth*grace  unto  the 
humble. — 1  Peter  v.  5. 

Christian,  walk  humbly,  exult  not  in  pride, 
All  that  thou  hast  is  by  Jesus  supplied  ; 
He  holdeth  thee  up,  He  directeth  thy  ways ; 
To  Him  be  the  glory,  to  Him  be  the  praise. 

Christian,  walk  prayerfully  ;    oft  w7ilt  thou  fall 

If  thou  forget  on  thy  Saviour  to  call  ; 

Safe    shalt    thou  walk    through    each  trial    and 

care, 
If  thou  art  clad  in  the  armor  of  prayer. 


JANUARY   17. 

Blessed  is  that  servant,  whom  his  Lord,  "when  he  cometh, 
shall  find  so  doing. — Matthew  xxiv.  46. 

Christian,  walk  steadfastly  while  it  is  light ; 
Swift  are  approaching  the  shades  of  the  night, 
All  that  thy  Master  has  bidden  thee  to  do 
Haste  to  perform,  for  the  moments  are  few. 


22  SONGS    IN    THE 


Christian,  walk  joyfully  ;    trouble  and  pain 
Cease  when  the  haven  of  rest  thou  dost  gain ; 
This  thy  height  glory,  and  thus  thy  reward, 
11  Enter  thou  into  the  joy  of  thy  Lord  !" 


JANUARY  18. 

For  thus  saith  the  High  and  Lofty  One  that  inhabiteth 
eternity,  vrhose  name  is  Holy  ;  I  dwell  in  the  high  and 
holy  place,  -with  him  also  that  is  of  a  contrite  and  hum- 
ble spirit,  to  revive  the  spirit  of  the  humble,  and  to  re- 
vive the  heart  of  the  contrite  ones. — Isaiah  lvii.  15. 

The  Lord  will  happiness  divine 

On  contrite  hearts  bestow  ; 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 

A  contrite  heart  or  no  ? 

I  sometimes  think  myself  inclined 

To  love  Thee  if  I  could, 
But  often  feel  another  mind 

Averse  to  all  that's  good. 

* 
Thy  saints  are  comforted,  I  know, 
And  love  thy  house  of  prayer  ; 


HOUSE    OF    MY   PILGRIMAGE.  23 


I  therefore  go  where  others  go, 
But  find  no  comfort  there. 

0  make  this  heart  rejoice,  or  ache ! 

Decide  this  doubt  for  me  ; 
And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break — 

And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 


COWPER. 


JANUARY  19. 

But  he  that  shall  endure  unto  the  end,  the  same  shall 
he  saved. — Matthew  xxiv.  13. 

A  thousand  ways  in  ruin  end, 
One  only  leads  to  joys  on  high ; 

By  that  my  willing  steps  ascend, 
Pleased  with  a  journey  to  the  sky. 

No  more  I  ask  or  hope  to  find 

Delight  or  happiness  below ; 
Sorrow  may  well  possess  the  mind 

That  feeds  where  thorns  and  thistles  grow. 


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The  joy  that  fades  is  not  for  me, 

I  seek  immortal  joys  above  : 
There  glory  without  end  shall  be 

The  bright  reward  of  faith  and  love. 

COWPEE. 


JANUARY  20. 

Rejoice  the  soul  of  thy  servant  ;  for  unto  Thee,  OLord, 
do  I  lift  up  my  soul. — Psalm  lxxxvi.  4. 

When  my  prayers   are  a  burden  and  task, 

No  wonder  I  little  receive  ; 
0  Lord  make  me  willing  to  ask, 

Since  thou  art  so  ready  to  give  : 
Although  I  am  bought  with  thy  blood, 

And  all  thy  salvation  is   mine, 
At  a  distance  from  Thee  my  chief  good, 

I  wander,  and  languish,  and  pine. 

While  my  spirit  within  me  is  press' d 
With  sorrow,  temptation,  and  fear, 

Like  John  I  would  flee  to  thy  breast, 
And  pour  my  complaints  in  thine  ear. 


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How  happy  and  favored  was  he 
Who  could  on  thy  bosom  repose  ! 

Might  this  favor  be  granted  to  me, 
I  'd  smile   at  the  rage  of  my  foes. 

But  if  thou  hast  appointed  me  still 

To  wrestle,  and  suffer,  and  fight ; 
Oh  make  me  resigned  to  thy  will, 

For  all  thy  appointments  are  right : 
This  mercy  at  least  I  entreat, 

That  knowing  how  vile  I  have  been, 
I,  with  Mary,  may  wait  at  thy  feet, 

And  weep  o'er  the  pardon  of  sin. 

NEWTOW. 

JANUARY  21. 

Who  shall  separate  us  from  the  love  of  Christ  ?  shall 
tribulation,  or  distress,  or  persecution,  or  famine,  or 
nakedness,  or  peril,  or  sword? — Romans  viii.  35. 

Why  should  I  fear  the  darkest  hour, 
Or  tremble  at  the  tempter's  power  ? 
Jesus  vouchsafes  to  be  my  tower. 


2G  SONGS    IN    THE 


When  creature-comforts  fade  and  die, 
Worldlings  may  weep,  but  why  should  I  ? 
Jesus  still  lives,  and  still  is  nigh. 

I  know  not  what  may  soon  betide, 
Or  how  my  wants  shall  be  supplied  ; 
But  Jesus  knows  and  will  provide. 

Though  sin  would  fill  me  with  distress, 
The  throne  of  grace  I  dare  address, 
For  Jesus  is  my  righteousness. 


JANUARY  22. 

I  have  learned  in  whatsoever  state  I  am  therewith  to  De 

content. — Philippians  iv.  11. 

Fierce  passions  discompose  the  mind, 

As  tempests  vex  the  sea  ; 
But  calm  content  and  peace  we  find, 

When,  Lord,  we  turn  to  Thee. 


In  vain  by  reason  and  by  rule 
We  try  to  bend  the  will ; 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE.  27 


For  none  but  in  the  Saviour's  school 
Can  learn  the  heavenly  skill. 

Thus  I,  who  once  my  wretched  days 

In  vain  repinings  spent, 
Taught  in  my  Saviour's  school  of  grace 

Have  learned  to  be  content. 

COWPKR. 


JANUARY  23. 

Oh.  thou  afflicted,  tossed  -with  tempests  and  not  com- 
forted, "behold  I  will  lay  thy  stones  with  culors,  and 
lay  thy  foundations  with  sapphires. — Isaiah  liv.  11. 

Pensive,  doubting,  fearful  heart, 

Hear  what  Christ  the  Saviour  says ; 
Every  word  should  joy  impart, 

Change  thy  mourning  into  praise  : 
Yes,  he  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee, 

May  he  help  thee  to  believe  ! 
Then  thou  presently  will  see 

Thou  hast  little  cause  to  grieve. 


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SONGS    IN    THE 


Though  afflicted,  tempest-tossed, 

Comfortless  awhile  thou  art, 
Do  not  think  thou  canst  be  lost, 

Thou  art  graven  on  my  heart : 
All  thy  wastes  I  will  repair, 

Thou  shalt  be  rebuilt  anew  ; 
And  in  thee  it  shall  appear 

What  a  God  of  love  can  do. 


JANUARY    24. 

I -will  rejoice  over  them  to  do  them  good. — J.er.  xxxii.  18 

All,  all  by  Thee  is  ordered,  chosen,  planned, 
Each  drop  that  fills  my  daily  cup,  thy  hand 
Prescribes  for  ills  none  else  can  understand  : 
All,  all  is  known  to  Thee. 


And  this  continued  feebleness,  this  state 
Which  seems  t'  unnerve  and  incapacitate, 
Will  work  the  cure  my  hopes  and  prayers  await, 
That  cure  I  leave  to  Thee. 


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JANUARY   25. 

Humble  yourselves  therefore  under  the  mighty  hand  of 
God  that  he  may  exalt  you  in  due  time. — 1  Pet.  v.  6. 

Fond  ambition,  whisper  not, 

Happy  is  my  humble  lot ; 
Anxious,  busy  cares,  away, 

I  'm  provided  for  to-day. 

0,  to  live  exempt  from  care, 

By  the  energy  of  prayer  ; 
Strong  in  faith  with  mind  subdued, 

Yet  elate  with  gratitude. 


JANUARY  26. 

But  He  knows  the  -way  that  I  take  ;  when  He  hath  tried 
me  I  shall  come  forth  as  gold. — Job  xxiii.  8,  9. 

Grace  does  not  steel  the  faithful  heart, 

That  it  should  know  no  ill ; 
We  learn  to  kiss  the  chastening  rod, 

And  feel  its  sharpness  still. 


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He  sits  as  "  a  refiner"  now, 
And  burns  away  our  dross  ; 

And  soon  He  '11  raise  us  to  a  throne, 
If  we  but  "bear  the  cross." 


JANUARY  27. 

The  angel  of  the  LoTd  encampeth  round  about  them  that 
fear  him,  and  delivereth  them. — Psalm  xxxiv.  7. 

Oh,   why  should  we  shrink    from  the  sorrow  and 

care 
Which  our  heavenly  Father  requires  us  to  bear  ? 
Oh,  why  at  the  sight  of  the  cross  be  dismayed, 
"When    the    angel  of   God    has    been    sent  to  our 

aid? 

Begone,  sad  forebodings  and  cowardly  fears, 
Fly  away  every  doubt,  flow  no  longer  my  tears ; 
Though  a  host  shall  rise  up  my  poor  soul  to  dis- 
may, 
The  sword  of  God's  angel  shall  win  me  the  day. 


. 


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JANUARY  28. 

He  that  loveth  me  shall  "be  loved  of  my  Father,  and  I 
•will  love  him,  and  "will  manifest  myself  to  him. — Johh 
xiv.  21. 

Does  a  Father  his  fostering  hand 

From  heaven  in  merey  extend  ? 
And  shall  I  such  goodness  withstand, 

And  refuse  such  a  bountiful  friend  ? 


Does  a  Saviour  so  holy  and  pure 

Deign  his  love  to  bestow  upon  me? 

Let  me  hasten  the  gift  to  secure, 
That  his  face  I  may  constantly  see. 

To  the   heart  truly  humbled  by  woe, 
The  anointing  of  joy  shall  be  given ; 

To  the  tears  that  from  penitence  flow, 
The  peace  that's  the  foretaste  of  heaven. 


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JANUARY  29. 

!l7urn  ye  unto  me,  saith  the  Lord   of  Hosts,  and  I  "will 
turn  unto  you,  saith  the  Lord  of  hosts. — Zech.  i.  3. 

Return,  my  roving  heart,  return, 

And  Life's  vain  shadows  chase  no  more  ; 

Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

0  thou  great  God,  whose  piercing  eye 
Distinctly  marks  each  deep  retreat, 

In  these  sequestered  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  let  me  here  thy  presence  meet. 

Then  let  the  visits  of  thy  love 

My  inmost  soul  be  called  to  share, 

Till  every  grace  combine  to  prove 

That  God  has  fixed  his  dwelling  there. 

DODDRIDGE. 


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JANUARY  30. 

The  name  of  the  Lord  is  a  strong  tower  ;  the  righteous 
runneth  into  it  a.nd  is  safe. — Prov   xviii.  10. 

Sprinkled  with  reconciling  blood, 
I  dare  approach  thy  throne,  0  God  ! 
Thy  face  no  frowning  aspect  wears, 
Thy  hand  no  vengeful  thunder  bears. 

The  encircling  rainbow,  peaceful  sign, 
Does  with  refulgent  brightness  shine  ; 
And  while  by  faith  I  see  it  near, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear. 


JANUARY  31. 

Whom  have  I  in  heaven  hut  Thee  ?    and  there  is  none 
upon  earth  that  I  desire  "beside  thee.  — Ps.  Ixxiii.  25. 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ; 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers, 

Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  with  me  ; 
3 


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The  midsummer  sun   shines  but  dim 
The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay ; 

But  when  I  am  happy  in  Him, 
December  's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
0  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  ; 
Or  take  me  unto  Thee  on  high, 

Whose  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 


FEBRUARY  1. 

Weeping  may  endure  for  a  night,  "but  joy  cometh  in  the 
morning. — Psalli  xxx.  5. 

Oh  deem  not  they  are  blest  alone 
Whose  lives  a  peaceful  tenor  keep  ; 

The  power  who  pities  man  has  shown 
A  blessing  for  the  eyes  that  weep. 


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There  is  a  day  of  sunny  rest 

For  every  dark  and  troubled  night ; 

And  grief  may  bide  an  evening  guest, 
But  joy  shall  come  with  early  light. 

For  God  has  marked  each  sorrowing  day, 
And  numbered  every  secret  tear ; 

And  Heaven  's  long  age  of  bliss  shall  pay 
For  all  his  children  suffer  here. 


FEBRUARY  2. 

We  must  through  much  tribulation  enteT  into  the  king- 
dom of  G-od. — Acts  xiv.  22. 

The  path  of  sorrow  and  that  path  alone 
Leads  to  the  land  where  sorrow  is  unknown ; 
No  traveller  ever  reached  that  blest  abode 
Who  found  not  thorns  and  briers  in  his  road. 


The  vast  majestic  globe, 
So  beauteously  arrayed 

In  Nature's  various  robe, 

With  wondrous  skill  displayed, 


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Is  to  a  mourner's  heart 
A  dreary  wild  at  best, 

It  flutters  to  depart, 

And  longs  to  be  at  rest. 


COWPER. 


FEBRUARY  3. 

Learn  of  me,  for  I  am  meek  and  lowly  in  heart,  and  y« 
shall  find  rest  to  your  souls. — Matthew  xl.  29. 

It  is  content  of  heart 

Gives  nature  power  to  please  ; 
The  mind  that  feels  no  smart 

Enlivens  all  it  sees; 
Can  make  a  wintry  sky 

Seem  bright  as  smiling  May ; 
And  evening's  closing  eye 

As  peep  of  early  day. 


COWPEB. 


Then  seek  ye  this  content, 

Through  Him  who  is  "  the  Way," 
And  think  how  oft  he  went 

In  solitude  to  pray. 


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When  earthly  lights  were  dim, 
He  raised  his  eyes  to  heaven; 

Go  thou  and  learn  of  Him, 
His  grace  is  freely  given. 


FEBRUARY  4. 

Behold  "what  manner  of  love  the  Father  hath  "bestowed 
upon  us,  that  we  should  he  called  the  sons  of  God; 
therefore  the  world  knoweth  us  not  "because  it  knew 
him  not. — 1  John  iii.  1. 

There  is  a  family  on  earth, 
Whose  Father  fills  a  throne  ; 

But  though  a  seed  of  heavenly  birth, 
To  men  they  're  little  known. 

Whene'er  they  meet  the  public  eye, 

They  feel  the  public  scorn  ; 
For  men  their  fairest  charms  deny, 

And  count  them  basely  born. 

But  'tis  the  King  who  reigns  above 
That  claims  them  for  his  own ; 


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The  favored  objects  of  his  love, 
And  destined  to  a  throne. 

KELLY. 

FEBRUARY   5. 

The  righteous  cry  and  the  Lord  heareth,  and  delivereth 
them  out  of  all  their  troubles. — Psal^i  xxxiv.  17. 

Strong  are  the  walls  around  me, 

That  hold  me  all  the  day ; 
But  they  who  thus  have  bound  me, 

Cannot  keep  God  away. 

They  know,  who  thus  oppress  me, 

'Tis  hard  to  be  alone  ; 
But  know  not  One  can  bless  me, 

Who  comes  through  bar3  and  stone. 

Thy  love,  0  God  !    restores  me, 
From  sighs  and  tears  to  praise ; 

And  deep  my  soul  adores  Thee, 
Nor  thinks  of  time  or  place. 

Oh,  'tis  enough  whate'er  befall, 
To  know  that  God  is  "  all  in  all." 

MADAME   GUION. 


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FEBRUARY   6. 

Blessed  are  tlie  dead. — Key.  xiv.  13. 

Oh  stay  thy  tears  ;    for  they  are  blessed, 

Whose  days  are  passed,  whose  toil  is  done ; 

Here  midnight  care  disturbs  our  rest, 
Here  sorrow  dims  the  noonday  sun. 

For  laboring  virtue  's  anxious  toil, 

For  patient  sorrow's  stifled  sigh, 
For  faith  that  marks  the  conqueror's  spoil, 

Heaven  grants  the  recompense  to  die. 

Oh  cheerless  were  our  lengthened  way — 
But  heaven's  own  light  dispels  the  gloom, 

Streams  downward  from  eternal  day, 
And  casts  a  glory  round  the  tomb. 

NORTON. 


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FEBRUARY  7. 

I  am  the  Way  and  the  Truth  and  the  Life. — John  xiv.  6. 

Thou  art  the  Way — and  he  who  sighs 

Amid  this  starless  waste  of  woe, 
To  find  a  pathway  to  the  skies, 

A  light  from  heaven's  eternal  glow, 
By  Thee  must  come,  thou  gate  of  love, 

Through  which  the  saints  undoubting  trod  ; 
Till  faith  discovers,  like  the  dove, 

An  ark,  a  resting-place  in  God. 

Thou  art  the  Truth — whose  steady  day 

Shines  on  through  earthly  blight  and  bloom ; 
The  pure,  the  everlasting  ray, 

The  lamp  that  shines  e'en  in  the  tomb. 
Thou  art  the  mystic  pillar  given, 

Our  lamp  by  night,  our  light  by  day ; 
Thou  art  the  sacred  bread  from  heaven, 

Thou  art  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way. 


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FEBRUARY    8. 

He  that  dweileth  in  the  secret  place  of  the  Moat 
High  shall  abide  under  the  shadow  of  the  Almighty. — 
Psalm  xci.  1. 

All  scenes  alike  engaging  prove 
To  souls  impressed  with  sacred  love  ! 
Where'er  they  dwell,  they  dwell  in  Thee  ; 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  in  the  sea. 


To  me  remains  nor  place  nor  time, 
My  country  is  in  every  clime  ; 
I  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

While  place  we  seek  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none  ; 
But  with  my  God  to  guide  my  way, 
'Tis  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay. 

GUION. 


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FEBRUARY   9. 

As  one  whom  his  mother  comfoTteth,  so  will  I  comfort 
you. — Isaiah  Ixvi.  13. 

Your  sorrows  to  His  eye  are  known, 

Your  secret  motives  clear  ; 
It  needeth  not  the  pomp  of  words, 

To  pour  them  on  His  ear. 

Doth  death  thy  bosom's  cell  invade  ? 

Yield  up  thy  flower  of  grass  ; 
Swells  the  world's  wrathful  billows  high  ? 

Bow  down  and  let  it  pass. 

True  prayer  is  not  the  noisy  sound 

That  clam'rous  lips  repeat, 
But  the  deep  silence  of  a  soul 

That  clasps  Jehovah's  feet. 

SIGOURNEY. 


HOUSE    OF   MY   PU.GBIMAGE.  4.3 


FEBRUARY  10. 

I  shall  gc  to  Him,  but  he  shall  not  return  to  me, 
2  Samuel  xii.  23 

Ye  who  mourn 
Whene'er  your  vacant  cradle,  or  the  robes 
That  decked  the  lost  one's  form,  call  back  a  tide 
Of  alienated  joy,  can  ye  not  trust 
Your  treasure  to  His  arms,  whose  changeless  care 
Passeth  a  mother's  love  ?      Can  ye  not  hope 
When  a  few  hasting  years  their  course  have  run, 
To  go  to  him,  though  he  no  more  on  earth 
Keturns  to  you. 

SIGOURNEY. 

FEBRUARY   11. 

I  "know,  O  Lord,  that  thy  judgments  are  right,  and  that 
thou  in  faithfulness  hast  afflicted  me. — Ps.  cxix.  75. 

Oh  Thou  that  wilt  not  break  the  bruised  reed, 
Nor  heap  fresh  ashes  on  the  mourner's  brow, 

Nor  rend  anew  the  wounds  that  inly  bleed : 
The  only  balm  of  our  afflictions,  Thou. 


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Teach  us  to  tear  thy  chastening  wrath,  0  God ! 
To  kiss  with  quivering  lips,  still  humbly  kiss  the 
rod ! 

Forgive,  forgive,  even  should  our  full  hearts  break ; 
The  broken  heart,  thou  wilt  not,  Lord,  despise  : 
Ah  !    Thou  art  still  too  gracious  to  forsake, 

Though  Thy  strong  hand  so  heavily  chastise. 
Hear   all    our    prayers,    hear   not    our    murmurs, 

Lord; 
And    though    our   lips    rebel,    still   make   thyself 
adored. 

MILMAN. 


FEBRUARY  12. 

There  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  and  there  the 
weary  be  at  rest. — Job  hi.  17. 

Brother,  thou  hast  gone  before  us,  and  thy  saintly 

soul  is  flown, 
Where  tears  are  wiped  from  every  eye,  and  sorrow 

is  unknown; 


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From  the  burthen  of  the  flesh,  and  from  care  and 

fear  released, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling,   and  the 

weary  are  at  rest. 

The  toilsome  way  thou  'st  travelled  o'er,  and  borne 
the  heavy  load  ; 

But  Christ  hath  taught  thy  languid  feet  to  reach 
his  blest  abode. 

Thou  'rt  sleeping  now  like  Lazarus,  upon  his  Fa- 
ther's breast, 

Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  and  the 
weary  are  at  rest. 

MARTYR    OF    ASTIOCH. 

FEBRUARY  13. 

There  xemaineth  therefore  a  rest  to  the  people  of  God. 
Hebrews  iv.  9. 

Earth    to    earth,   and    dust   to    dust,  the    solemn 

priest  hath  said  ; 
So  we  lay  the  turf  above  thee  now,  and  we  seal 

thy  narrow  bed ; 


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But   thy   spirit,    brother,   soars    away,    among   the 

faithful  blest, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  and   the 

weary  are  at  rest. 

And  when  the  Lord  shall  summon  us,  whom  thou 
hast  left  behind, 

May  we,  untainted  by  the  world,  as  sure  a  wel- 
come find  ; 

May  each  like  thee  depart  in  peace,  to  be  a 
glorious  guest, 

Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  and  the 
weary  are  at  rest. 

MILMAN 

FEBRUARY  14. 

Doubtless  Thou   art   our  Father,  though  Abraham   be 
ignorant  of  us. — Isaiah  Ixiii.  16. 

Oh  Lord,  in  sickness  and  in  health, 

To  every  lot  resigned, 
Grant  me,  before  all  worldly  wealth, 

A  meek  and  thankful  mind. 


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As  Life,  thy  upland  path  we  tread, 

And  often  pause  in  pain, 
To  think  of  friends  and  parents  dead, 

Oh !    let  us  not  complain. 

The  Lord  may  give  or  take  away, 
But  naught  our  faith  can  move, 

While  we  to  heaven  can  look  and  say, 
"  Our  Father  lives  above." 

BOWLES. 

FEBRUARY  15. 

They  are  "before  the  throne  of  G-od,  and  serve  him  day 
and  night  in  his  temple  ;  and  He  that  sitteth  on  the 
throne  shall  dwell  among  them. — Rev.  vii.  15. 

For  other  scenes  there  are,  and  in  a  clime 
Purer,  and  other  strains  to  earth  unknown, 

Where  heaven's  high  host  with   symphonies   sub- 
lime, 
Sing  "  Unto  Him  that  sitteth  on  a  throne.' ' 

Enough  for  man  if  he  the  task  fulfil 
Which  God  ordained,  and  to  his  journey's  end 


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Bear  him  right  on,  betide  him  good  or  ill ; 

Then  Hope  to  soothe  his  death-bed  shall  descend 
Nor  leave  him  till  in  mansions  of  the  blest 
He  gain  his  destined  home,  his  everlasting  rest. 

BOWLES. 


FEBRUARY  16. 

Knowing  in  yourselves  that  ye  have  in  heaven  a  "better 
and  an  enduring  substance. — Hebrews  x.  34. 

Few  rightly  estimate  the  worth 

Of  joys  that  spring  and  fade  on  earth  ; 

They  are  not  weeds  we  should  despise, 

They  are  not  fruits  of  paradise  ; 

But  wild  flowers  in  the  pilgrim's  way, 

That  cheer,  yet  not  protract  his  stay  ; 

Which  he  dare  not  too  fondly  clasp, 

Lest  they  should  perish  in  his  grasp  ; 

And  yet  may  view  and  wisely  love, 

As  proofs  and  types  of  joys  above. 


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FEBRUARY  17. 

But  let  him  ask  in  faith,  nothing  wavering. — Jamis  i.  6. 

Come  boldly  to  the  throne  of  grace, 
Our  great  High  Priest  is  there  ; 

Come  venture  to  that  holy  place, 
Beneath  his  guardian  care. 

Come  boldly  to  the  throne  of  grace, 

Where  Jesus  kindly  pleads ; 
Ours  cannot  be  a  desperate  case, 

While  Jesus  intercedes. 

FEBRUARY  18. 

Where  hast  thou  gleaned  to-day  ? — Buth  ii.  19 

At  evening  to  myself  I  say, 
My  soul,  where  hast  thou  gleaned  to-day ; 
Thy  labors  how  bestowed  ? 
4 


50  SONGS   IN    THE 


What  hast  thou  rightly  said  or  done  ? 
What  grace  attained  or  knowledge  won, 
In  following  after  God  ? 


FEBRUARY  19. 

The  earth,  O  Lord,  is  full  of  thy  mercy  ;  teach  me  thy 
statutes. — Psalm  cxix.  C4. 

Through  all  the  downward  track  of  time, 

God's  watchful  eye  surveys  ; 
Oh,  who  so  fit  to  choose  our  lot, 

And  regulate  our  ways. 

Good  when  he  gives,  supremely  good, 

Nor  less  when  he  denies ; 
E'en  crosses  from  his  sovereign  hand 

Are  blessings  in  disguise. 


FEBRUARY  20. 

And  the   soul  of  the  people  was  much  discouraged  "be- 
cause of  the  way. — Numbers  xxi.  4. 

And  art  thou,  my  soul  ?    look  within  thee  and  say, 
If  thou  art  discouraged  because  of  the  way  ? 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE.  51 

Round  the  borders  of  Edom   thy  course  may  bo 

laid, 
But  faint  not,  fair  Canaan  in  smiles  is  arrayed  ; 
What  though  often  wearied  and  sick  thou  may'st 

be, 
Take  courage,  "  A  rest  there  remaineth  for  thee." 
When  the  last  day  arrives  of  thy  pilgrimage  here, 
The  way  thou  hast  passed  with  its  hope  and  its 

fear, 
Will  seem  like  a  shadow  dispelled  by  the  sun, 
As  the  rays  of  light  beam  from  thy  glorious  home. 

Urn 


FEBRUARY    21. 

Son,  be  of  good  cheer,  thy  sins  he  forgiven  thee. 
Matthew  ix.  2. 

How  sweet   to   the    soul    are    the    breathings   of 

peace, 
When   the    still  voice  of  pardon   bids   sorrow   to 

cease ; 
When  the  welcome  of  mercy  falls  soft  on  the  ear, 
"  Come  hither,  ye  laden  ;    ye  weary,  draw  near." 


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There  's  a  rest  for  the  soul  that  on  Jesus  relies, 
There  's  a  home  for  the  homeless  prepared  in  the 

skies  ; 
There  's  a  joy  in  believing,  a  hope  and  a  stay, 
Which  the  world  cannot  give,  nor  the  world  take 

away. 


FEBRUARY  22. 


And  they  took  knowledge  of  them,  that  they  had  "been 
with  Jesus. — Acts  iv.  13. 


When  one  who  holds  communion  with  the  skies, 
Has  filled  his  urn  where  these  pure  waters  rise, 
And  once  more  mingles  with  us  meaner  things, 
'Tis  even  as  if  an  angel  shook  his  wings : 
Immortal  fragrance  fills  the  circuit  wide, 
That  tells  us  whence  his  treasures  are  supplied. 
So  when  a  ship  well-freighted  with  the  stores 
The  sun  matures  on  India's  spicy  shores, 
Has  dropped  her  anchor,  and  her  canvass  furled, 
In  some  safe  haven  of  our  western  world, 


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*T  were  vain  inquiring  to  what  port  she  went, 
The  gale  informs  us,  laden  with  the  scent. 

COWPER's   *  CHARITY.' 


FEBRUARY   23. 

And  they  went  and  told  Jesus. — Matt.  xiv.  12. 

They  went  and  told  Jesus  !     0  wisdom  indeed, 
To  go  in  their  anguish,  so  quickly  to  him ; 

He,  he  is   the  friend  whom    these   mourners  most 
need, 
His  heart  is  o'erflowing  with  pity  for  them. 

They  went  and  told  Jesus  !     They  knew  that  his 
eye 
Could  pierce  through  the  veil  which  enwrapped 
them  in  woe  ; 
When  those  who  are  dear  to  us  suffer  and  die, 
We  '11  learn  from  these  stricken  ones  where  we 
may  go. 


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They  went  and  told  Jesus  !     Oh,  privilege  high, 
The  pain  which  they  felt  was  then  piercing  ki$ 
breast ; 
His  listening  ear  caught  the  martyr's  last  sigh, 
As  he  passed  from  this  world  to  the  haven  of 
rest. 

M. 


FEBRUARY   24. 

He  went  up  into  a  mountain  to  pray,  and  continued  all 
night  in  prayer  to  G-od  — Luke  vi.  12. 

Night  is  the  time  to  pray, 

Our  Saviour  oft  withdrew 
To  desert  mountains,  far  away ; 

So  will  his  followers  too 
Steal  from  the  throng  to  haunts  untrod, 
And  hold  communion  there  with  God. 

Night  is  the  time  for  death  ; 

When  all  around  is  peace, 
Calmly  to  yield  the  weary  breath, 

From  sin  and  suffering  cease. 


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Think  of  heaven's  bliss,  and  give  the  sign 
To  parting  friends — such  death  be  mine. 


FEBRUARY  25. 

Thou  -wilt  keep  him  in  perfect  peace  whose  mind  is  stay- 
ed on  Thee  :  because  he  trustethin  Thee. — Is.  xxvi.  3. 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  rule  denies, 
Accepted  at  the  throne  of  grace 

Let  this  petition  rise  : 

Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  ev'ry  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 

And  make  me  live  to  Thee. 

Let  the  sweet  hope  that  I  am  thine, 

My  life  and  death  attend ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 

And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

STEELE. 


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FEBRUARY   26. 

When  ye  stand  praying,  forgive,  if  ye  have  aught 
against  any  one,  that  your  Father  also  v/hich  is  in  heav- 
en, may  forgive  your  trespasses. — Marx  xi.  25. 

How  beautifully  falls 
From  human  lips,  that  blessed  word,  "  Forgive." 
Forgiveness  !    'tis  the  attribute  of  God, 
The  sound  which  openeth  heaven — renews  again 
On  earth,  lost  Eden's  faded  bloom,  and  flings 
Hope's  halcyon  halo  o'er  the  waste  of  life. 
Thrice  happy  he  whose  heart  has  been  so  schooled 
In  the  meek  lesson  of  humanity, 
That  he  can  give  it  utterance  ;    it  imparts 
Celestial  grandeur  to  the  human  soul, 
And  maketh  man  an  anpfel. 


FEBRUARY   27. 

If  thou  shalt  seek  the  Lord  thy  G-od,  thou  shalt  find 
him  ;  if  thou  seek  him  with  ail  thy  heart  and  thy  souL 
— Deut.  iv.  29. 


Let  out  thy  soul  and  pray, 
Not  for  thy  home  alone  : 


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Away,  in  prayer  away, 

Make  all  the  world  thine  own  ! 
Let  out  thy  soul  in  prayer. 

Oh,  let  thy  spirit  grow  ; 
God  gives  thee  sun  and  air, 

Let  the  full  blossom  blow. 

Then  dost  thou  not  perceive, 

Thy  spirit  swell  within  ; 
And  something  high  receive, 

That  is  not  born  of  sin  ? 
Oh,  paltry  is  the  soul, 

That  only  self  can  heed  ; 
Sail  outward  from  the  shoal, 

And  bourgeon  from  the  seed. 


FEBRUARY  28. 

Ye  seek  me  not  "because  ye  sawthe  miracles,  but  "because 
ye  did  eat  of  the  loaves  and  were  filled. — John  vi.  26. 

Some  with  Jesus  are  delighted, 
While  he  speaks  of  joys  to  come, 


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Thinking  that  to  them  is  plighted, 

After  death,  a  happy  home  : 
But  the  "  cross,"  when  He  declares  it, 
"  None  but  he  who  takes  and  bears  it 
Can  my  true  disciple  be  ;" 
Few,  how  few,  to  this  agree. 

All  are  pleased  when  "  come  ye  weary," 
They  can  hear  the  Saviour  say  ; 

But  'tis  language  harsh  and  dreary, 
"  Enter  ye  the  narrow  way." 

While  hosannah  men  are  singing, 
All  can  love  ;    but  when  is  ringing, 

"  Crucify  him," — at  the  sound, 

Nothing  more  of  love  is  found. 


FEBRUARY  29. 

Who  his  own  self  "bore  our  sins  in  his  ovn  "body  on  the 
tree,  that  we,  "being  dead  to  sin  should  live  unto  right- 
eousness.— 1  Peter  ii.  24. 

Is  thy  joy  in  Christ  arising 
From  thy  love  to  Him  alone  ? 


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In  his  sorrows  sympathizing, 

Canst  thou  make  his  griefs  thine  own  ? 
Should  he  cease  with  hope  to  bless  thee, 
Should  dark  fears  and  doubts  distress  thee, 
Still  confiding,  couldst  thou  say, 
"Jesus,  thou  art  all  my  stay?" 


MARCH  1. 

Our  light  affliction,  which  is  hut  for  a  moment,  work- 
eth  for  us  a  far  more  exceeding  and  eternal  "weight  of 
glory. — 2  Corinthians  iv.  17. 

But  darker  now  grows  life's  unhappy  day, 
Dark  with  new  clouds  of  evil  yet  to  come ; 

Her  pencil  sickening  fancy  throws  away, 
And  weary  hope  reclines  upon  the  tomb, 

And  points  my  wishes  to  that  tranquil  shore, 

Where  the  pale  spectre  care  pursues  no  more. 

CHARLOTTE   SMITH. 


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MARCH   2. 


For  I  will  appear  in  the  cloud  upon  the  mercy- seat 
Leviticus  xvi.  2. 


From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads ; 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet, 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

Oh  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  thy  mercy-seat. 


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MARCH   3. 

And  they  were  exceeding  sorrowful,  and  began  every  one 
to  say  unto  him,  Lord,  is  it  I  ? — Matt.  xxvi.  22. 

If  a  traitor  was  found  'mid  the  privileged  few, 
If   its    own    hidden    treason    each    heart    could 
descry ; 
Let  my  poor  startled  conscience  each  moment  re- 
view 
The  anxious  inquiry,  "  0  Lord,  is  it  I  ?" 

Oh,  thou  searcher  of  hearls,  whose  mystical  line 
Can  fathom  a  breast  too  deceitful  for  me, 

Try  all  the  recesses  and  windings  of  mine, 

And  help  me  to  cast  all  its  sorrows  on  Thee. 


MARCH   4. 

Surely  he  hath  "borne  our  griefs  and  carried  our  sorrows, 
Isaiah  lii    4 

He  knelt,  the  Saviour  knelt  and  prayed, 
When  but  his  Father's  eye 


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Looked  through  the  lonely  garden's  shade, 
On  that  dread  agony. 

And  was  the  sinless  thus  beset, 

With  anguish  and  dismay  ? 
How  may  we  meet  our  conflict  yet, 

In  the  dark,  narrow  way  ? 
Through  Him — through  Him  that  path  who  trod, 
Save  or  we  perish,  Son  of  God. 


MARCH   5. 

Iam  afflicted— ery much  ;  quieten  me,  O  Lord,  according 
unto  thT  word. — Psall:  cx:x.  107. 

Consider  all  my  sorrows,  Lord, 

And  thy  deliverance  send  ; 
My  soul  for  thy  salvation  faints, 

When  will  my  trouble  end  ? 

I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 
Though  they  may  seem  severe  ; 

The  sharpest  sufferings  I  endure, 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 


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MARCH   6. 

For  we  have  not  an  High  Priest  which  cannot  "be  touch- 
ed with  the  feeling  of  our  infirmities  ;  hut  was  in  all  points 
tempted  like  as  we  are,  yet  without  sin. — Heb.  iv.  15. 

Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands, 
The   house  of  God  not  made  with  hands, 
A  great  High  Priest  our  nature  wears, 
The  advocate  of  saints  appears. 

Our  fellow-sufferer  yet  retains, 
A  fellow-feeling  in  our  pains  ; 
And  still  remembers  in  the  skies, 
His  tears,  and  agonies,  and  cries. 


MARCH    7. 

Let  us  therefore  come  "boldly  unto  the  throi  e  of  gTace, 
that  we  may  obtain  mercy,  and  find  grace  to  help  in  time 
of  need. — Heb.  iv.  16. 


Jesus  !   in  sickness  and  in  pain, 
Be  near  to  succor  me ; 


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My  sinking  spirit  still  sustain, 
To  Thee,  I  turn  to  Thee. 

When  cares  and  sorrows  thicken  round, 

And  nothing  bright  I  see, 
In  Thee  alone  can  help  be  found, 

To  Thee,  I  turn  to  Thee. 

Through  all  my  pilgrimage  below, 

Whate'er  my  lot  may  be, 
In  joy  or  sadness,  weal  or  woe, 

Jesus,  I  '11  turn  to  Thee. 


MARCH   8. 

And  they  shall  be  mine,  saith  the  Lord  of  Hosts,  in 
that  day  when  I  make  up  my  jewels  ;  and  I  will  spare 
them  as  a  man  spareth  his  own  son  that  serveth  him.— ■ 
Mal.  iii.  17. 

The  jewels  of  our  God 

Are  souls  redeemed  from  sin ; 
Oh,  tell  me,  dearest  Lord, 

What  gems  I  choose  for  mine. 

Search,  search  my  heart,  and  see, 
If  glittering  stones  of  earth 


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Arouse  my  foolish  vanity, 
*  Or  seem  of  real  worth. 
The  Pearl  of  price,  oh,  make  me  choose, 
And  earth's  poor  worthless  gems  refuse. 


MARCH   9. 

Behold,  lie  that  keepeth  Israel  shall  neither  slumhei 
nor  sleep.  The  Lord  is  thy  keeper  ;  the  Lord  is  thy 
shade  upon  thy  right  hand. — Psalli  cxxi.  4,  5 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care  ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye. 
My  noonday  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

When  on  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads, 
My  many  wandering  steps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 
5 


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MARCH  10. 

Father,  not  my  will  but  thine  he  done. — Luxe  xxii.  42. 

Lord  !    my  times  are  in  thy  hand, 
All  my  fondest  hopes  have  planned, 
To  thy  wisdom  I  resign, 
And  would  make  thy  purpose  mine. 

Thou  my  daily  task  shalt  give, 
Day  by  day  to  thee  I  live  ; 
So  shall  added  years  fulfil, 
Not  my  own,  my  Father's  will. 


MARCH  11. 

Lay  up  for  yourselves  treasures  in  heaven,  where 
neither  moth  nor  rust  doth  corrupt,  and  where  thieves 
do  not  "break  through  nor  steal. — Matt.  vi.  20. 

When  Heaven's   unerring   pencil  writes  on   every 

pilgrim  breast, 
As  passport  to  time's  changeful  shore,  "  Lo  this  is 

not  your  rest;" 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE. 


Why  build  ye  towers,  ye  fleeting  ones  ?  why  bow- 
ers of  fragrance  rear, 

As  if  the  self-deluded  soul  might  find  its  solace 
here  ? 

In  vain  !    in  vain  !    for  storms  will  rise,  and  o'er 

your  treasures  sweep  ; 
But  when  loud  thunders  vex  the  wave,  and  deep 

replies  to  deep, 
When    in    your  desolated    path,   hope's    glittering 

fragments  lay, 
Spring  up,  and  fix  your  grasp  on  that  which  never 

can  decay. 

MRS.  SIGOURNEY. 


MARCH   12. 

And  the  Lord  said,  I  have  surely  seen  the  affliction  of 
my  people  which  are  in  Egypt,  and  have  heard  their  cry 
by  reason  of  their  taskmasters  ;  for  I  know  their  sor- 
rows.— Exodus  iii.  7 

In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart, 
The  man  of  sorrows  had  a  part ; 


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He  sympathizes  in  our  grief, 
And  to  the  sufferer  sends  relief. 

With  boldness  therefore  at  the  throne, 
Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known  ; 

And  ask  the  aids  of  heavenly  power, 
To  keep  us  in  the  evil  hour. 


MARCH   13. 

An  &  I  am  come  down  to  delive  r  them  out  of  the  hand  of 
the  Egyptians,  and  to  "bring  them  up  out  cf  that  land, 
unto  a  good  land  and  a  large,  unto  a  land  flowing  with 
milk  and  honey. — Exodus  iii.  8. 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye, 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie. 

There  generous  fruits  that  never  fail, 

On  trees  immortal  grow  ; 
There  rock  and  hill,  and  brook  and  vale, 

With  milk  and  honey  flow. 


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MARCH  14. 

Blessed  are  they  that  do  His  commandments,  that  they 
may  have  right  to  the  tree  of  life,  and  may  enter  in 
through  the  gates  into  the  city. — Rev.  xxii.  14. 

When  Thou  my  righteous  Judge  shalt  come 
To  take  thy  ransomed  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 


I  love  to  meet  thy  people  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought, 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out 

When  Thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 


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MARCH   15. 

For  Christ  is  the  end  of  the  law  for  righteousness  to  ev 
ery  one  that  believeth. — Romans  x.  4. 

Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  sovereign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 

Pronounce  the  word,  "  Depart.'' 

Oh,  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book 

Where  my  salvation  stands. 


MARCH   16. 

He  that  spared  not  his  own  Son,  hut  delivered  Him 
up  for  us  all,  how  shall  he  not  with  Him  also  freely  give 
us  all  things  ? — Romans  viii   32. 


Amazing  grace !    (how  sweet  the  sound) 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ; 

I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 


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'T  was  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 

The  hour  I  first  believed. 

Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 
'T  is  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 

And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

NEWTON. 


MARCH  17, 

I  -will  ■worship  toward  thy  holy  temple,  and  praise  thy 
name  for  thy  loving-kindness  and  for  thy  truth. — 
Psa:lm  cxxxviii.  2. 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  thee, 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  free  ! 

Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart ; 


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But  though  I  oft  have  Him  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  power  must  fail ; 
Oh,  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing;  in  death. 


MARCH  18. 

How  -wilt  thou  do  in  the  swelling  of  Jordan  ?  — Jer.  xii.  6. 

Dark  river  of  death  that  is  flowing 

Between  the  bright  city  and  me, 
Thou  boundest  the  path  I  am  going, 

Oh  !    how  shall  I  pass  over  thee  ? 
When  the  cold  stormy  waters  rise  o'er  me, 

And  earth  disappears  from  my  sight ; 
When  a  cloud  rises  thickly  before  me, 

And  veils  all  my  spirits  in  night  ? 
0  death  !    thou  last  portion  of  sorrow, 

The  prospect  of  heaven  is  bright ; 


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And  fair  is  the  dawn  of  its  morrow, 
But  stormy  and  dreadful  thy  night ! 

But  the  glory  from  Calvary  streaming, 
"Will  shine  o'er  the  cold  sable  wave  ; 

And  Hope,  on  her  strong  anchor  leaning, 
Look  beyond  the  deep  gloom  of  the  grave. 


MARCH   19. 

And  I  heard  a  voice  from  heaven  saying  unto  me, 
vrite,  Blessed  are  the  dead  which  die  in  the  Lord  from 
henceforth. — Rev.  xiv.  13. 

Oh,  think  that  while  you  are  weeping  here, 

His  hand  an  angel's  harp  is  stringing, 
And  with  a  voice  serene  and  clear, 
His  ransomed  soul  without  a  tear, 

His  Saviour's  praise  is  singing  ! 
And  think  that  all  his  pains  are  fled, 

His  toils  and  sorrows  closed  forever ; 
While  He  whose  blood  for  man  was  shed, 
Has  placed  upon  his  servant's  head, 

A  crown  that  fadeth  never. 


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MARCH  20. 

The    earth  is   full   of   the    goodness    of  the   Lord. 
Psalm  xxxiii.  5. 

There  is  mercy  in  every  place, 
And  mercy,  encouraging  thought, 

Lends  even  affliction  a  grace, 
And  reconciles  man  to  his  lot. 

OOWPEB. 


MARCH   21. 

Fear  thou  not,  for  I  am  with  thee  ;  be  not  dismayed, 
for  I  am  thy  God  ;  I  will  strengthen  thee,  yea,  I  will  help 
thee  ;  yea,  I  will  uphold  thee  with  the  right  hand  of  my 
righteousness. — Isaiah  xli.  10 

Is  thy  earthly  house  distressed, 

Willing  to  retain  its  guest  ? 

'T  is  not  thou,  but  it  must  die — 

Fly,  celestial  tenant,  fly  ! 

Burst  thy  shackles,  drop  thy  clay, 

Sweetly  breathe  thyself  away  ; 

Saints  in  glory  perfect  made, 

Wait  thy  passage  through  the  shade. 


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MARCH   22. 

They  shall  hunger  no  more,  neither  thirst  any  more, 
neither  shall  the  sun  light  on  them,  nor  any  heat.  For 
the  Lamb  which  is  in  the  midst  of  the  throne  shall  feed 
them,  and  shall  lead  them  unto  living  fountains  of 
"waters,  and  G-od  shall  wipe  away  all  tears  from  their 
eyes. — Rev.  vii.  16,  17. 

Oh,  what  a  mighty  change 

Shall  suffering  Christians  know, 
While  o'er  the  heavenly  plains  they  range, 

Incapable  of  woe. 
On  Him  who  bore  their  grief, 

They  cast  their  every  care  ; 
From  every  want  they  feel  relief, 

The  precious  Lamb  is  there. 


MARCH  23. 

Seek  ye  first  the  Iringdom  of  G-od,  and  his  righteous- 
ness, and  all  these  things  shall  he  added  unto  you. — 
Matthew  vi.  33. 

Whatever  passes  as  a  cloud  between 
The  mental  eye  of  faith  and  things  unseen, 


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Causing  that  brighter  world  to  disappear, 
Or  seem  less  lovely,  and  its  hope  less  dear  ; 
This  is  our  world,  our  idol,  though  it  bear 
Affection's  impress,  or  devotion's  air. 


MARCH   24. 


Thou  art  my  hiding-place  ;  Thou  shalt  preserve  me 
from  trouble  ;  Thou  shalt  compass  me  ahout  with  songs 
of  deliverance. — Psalms  xxxiii.  7. 


Hail,  sovereign  love,  that  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man ; 
Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding-place. 

A  few  more  rolling  suns  at  most, 
Will  land  me  on  fair  Canaan's  coast ; 
Then  I  shall  sing  the  song  of  grace, 
And  see  my  glorious  hiding-place. 


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MARCH  25. 


Many  are  the  afflictions  of  the  righteous  ;  but  the  Lord 
delivereth  him  out  of  them  all. — Psalms  xxxiv.  19. 


There  is  no  flock,  however  watched  and  tended, 

But  one  dead  lamb  is  there  ; 
There  is  no  fireside,  howsoe'er  defended, 

But  has  one  vacant  chair. 

Let  us  be  patient ;    these  severe  afflictions, 

Not  from  the  ground  arise, 
But  oftentimes  celestial  benedictions 

Assume  this  dark  disguise. 

We  see  but  dimly  through  the  mists  and  vapors 

Amid  these  earthly  damps, 
What  seem  to  us  but  dim,  funereal  tapers, 

May  be  heaven's  distant  lamps. 

LONGFELLOW. 


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MARCH   26. 

In  ray  Father's  house  are  many  mansions  ;  if  it  "weTe 
not  so,  I  -would  have  told  you.  I  go  to  prepare  a  place 
for  you. — John  xiv.  2. 

She  is  not  dead,  the  child  of  our  affection, 

But  gone  unto  that  school, 
Where  she  no  longer  needs  our  poor  protection, 

And  Christ  himself  doth  rule. 


And  though  at  times,  impetuous  with  emotion, 

And  anguish  long  suppressed, 
The  swelling  heart  heaves  moaning  like  the  ocean, 

That  cannot  be  at  rest : 

We  will  be  patient ;    and  assuage  the  feeling, 

We  cannot  wholly  stay ; 
By  silence  sanctifying,  not  concealing, 

The  grief  that  must  have  way. 

LONGFELLOW. 


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MARCH  27. 

O  Lord.  I  know  that  in  very  faithfulness   thou  hast 
afflicted  me. — Psalms  cxix.  75. 

There  is  a  secret  in  the  ways  of  God, 

With  his  own  children,  which  none  others  know, 

That  sweetens  all  he  does  ;    and  if  such  peace, 

While  under  his  afflicting  hand,  we  find, 

What  will  it  be  to  see  Him  as  he  is, 

And  past  the  reach  of  all  that  now  disturbs 

The  tranquil  soul's  repose  ? 

Come  then,  affliction,  if  my  Father  bid, 

And  be  my  frowning  friend ;    a  friend  that  frowns 

Is  better  than  a  smiling  enemy. 

SWAINB. 

MARCH   28. 

Come  unto  me  all  ye  that  lahcr  and  are  heavy  laden,  and 
I  will  give  ycu  rest. — Matt.  xi.  28. 

How  sweet    to    the    soul    are    the    breathings   of 

peace, 
When   the   still  voice  of  pardon   bids   sorrow   to 

cease; 


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When  the  welcome  of  mercy  falls  soft  on  the  ear, 
"  Come  hither  ye  laden,  ye  weary  draw  near." 

There  is  rest  for  the  soul  that  on  Jesus  relies, 
There  's  a  home  for  the  homeless,  prepared  in  the 

skies  ; 
There  's  a  joy  in  believing-,  a  hope,  and  a  stay, 
That   the  world    cannot  give,  nor  the  world  take 

away. 

Oh,  had  I  the  wings  of  a  dove,  I  would  fly, 
And  mount  on  the  pinions  of  faith  to  the  sky, 
Where    the    still    and   small   breathing   to   earth 

that  was  given, 
Shall    be   changed    to   the  anthem  and  chorus  of 

heaven. 


MARCH   29. 

The  entrance  of  thy  words  giveth  light. — Ps.  cxix.  105. 

Oh,  child  of  sorrow,  be  it  thine  to  know, 
That  Scripture  only  is  the  cure  of  woe ; 


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That  field  of  promise,  how  it  flings  abroad 
Its  perfume  o'er  the  Christian's  thorny  road. 
The  soul  reposing  on  assured  belief, 
Feels  herself  happy  amidst  all  her  grief; 
Forgets  her  labor  as  she  toils  along, 
Weeps  tears  of  joy,  and  bursts  into  a  song. 


MARCH  30. 

That  ye  "being  rooted  and  grounded  in  love  may  "be 
a"ble  to  comprehend,  with  all  saints,  what  is  the  "breadth, 
and  length,  and  depth,  and  height,  and  to  know  the  love 
cf  Christ  which  passeth  knowledge. — Eph.  iii.  17,  18,  19. 

One  there  is  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend ; 

His   is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,   and  knows  no  end  : 

They  who  once  his  kindness  prove, 

Find  it  everlasting  love. 

Could  we  bear  from  one  another, 
What  He  daily  bears  from  us  ? 
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Yet  this  glorious  friend  and  brother, 

Loves  us  though  we  treat  him  thus  : 
Though  for  good  we  render  ill, 
He  accounts  us  brethren  still. 

Oh,  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  ; 
We  alas  !    forget  too  often, 

What  a  friend  we  have  above  : 
But  when  home  our  souls  are  brought, 
We  will  love  thee  as  we  ought. 


MARCH  31. 

What  doth  the  Lord  require  of  thee,  hut  to  do  justly, 
and  to  love  mercy. — Micah  vL  8. 

Mercy  is  twice  blessed  ; 
It  blesseth  him  that  gives,  and  him  that  takes  : 
'T  is  mightiest  in  the  mightiest ;    it  becomes 
The  throned  monarch  better  than  his  crown ; 
For  mercy  is  above  the  sceptered  sway, 


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It  is  enthroned  in  the  hearts  of  kings, 
It  is  an  attribute  to  God  himself. 
Consider  this,  if  justice  be  thy  plea, 
That  in  the  course  of  justice,  none  of  us 
Should  see  salvation. 


APRIL   1. 

He  will  speak  peace  unto  nis  people,  and  to  his  saints 
Psaxm  lxxxv.  8. 

Oh,  Saviour  of  the  faithful  dead, 
With  whom  thy  servants  dwell, 

Though  cold  and  green  the  turf  is  spread 
Above  their  narrow  cell, — 

No  more  we  cling  to  mortal  clay, 

We  doubt  and  fear  no  more  ; 
Nor  shrink  to  tread  the  darksome  way, 

Which  Thou  hast  trod  before. 


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APRIL   2. 

He  will  "be  very  gTacious  unto  thee,  at  the  voice  of 
thy  cry  ;  when  he  shall  hear  it,  he  will  answer  thee.— 
Isaiah  xxx.  19. 

He  knelt — he  Saviour  knelt  and  prayed, 

When  but  his  Father's  eye, 
Looked  through  the  lonely  garden's  shade, 

On  that  dread  agony  ! 
The  Lord  of  all,  above,  beneath, 
Was  bowed  with  sorrow  unto  death. 


And  was  His  mortal  hour  beset 

With  anguish  and  dismay  ? 
How  may  we  meet  our  conflict  yet, 

In  the  dark,  narrow  way  ? 
How,  but  through  Him,  that  path  who  trod, 

Save,  or  we  perish,  Son  of  God. 

MRS.  HEMANS. 


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APRIL  3. 

Acquaint  now  thyself  with  Him,  and  be  at  peace  ;   for 
thereby  good  shall  come  unto  thee. — Job  xxii.  21 

Her  lot  is  on  you — silent  tears  to  weep, 

And    patient  smiles  to  wear  through  suffering's 
hour ; 

And  sumless  riches  from  affection's  deep, 
To  pour  on  broken  reeds — a  wasted  shower, 

And  to  make  idols   and  to  find  them  clay, 

And  to  bewail  their  worship — therefore  pray  ! 

MRS.  HEMANS. 


APRIL  4. 

All  flesh   is    as   gTass,  and  all  the  glory  of  man  as  the 
flower  of  grass. — 1  Petes,  i.  24. 

In  all  places,  then,  and  in  all  seasons, 

Flowers  expand  their  light  and  soul-like  wings, 

Teaching  us  by  most  persuasive  reasons, 
How  akin  they  are  to  human  things. 


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And  with  childlike,  credulous  affection, 
We  behold  their  tender  buds  expand ; 

Emblems  of  our  own  great  resurrection, 
Emblems  of  the  bright  and  better  land. 

LONGFELLOW. 


APRIL   5. 

The  Lord  shall  help  and  deliver  them  ;  He  shall  de- 
liver them  from  the  vricked,  and  save  them,  "because 
they  trust  in  him. — Psalm  xxxvii.  40. 

Is  thy  heart  oppressed  with  grief? 

Look  to  Jesus  for  relief ; 
Art  thou  weary,  sorely  pressed  ? 

He  can  give  the  weary  rest. 

Art  thou,  Christian,  sore  beset 

"With  the  tempter's  wily  net  ? 
From  his  toils,  ah,  break  away, 

Look  to  Jesus,  ne'er  delay. 


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APRIL   6. 

He  that  hath  mercy  on  them  shall  lead  them  ;  even  "by 
the  springs  of  "water  shall  he  guide  them. — Is.  xlix.  10. 

If  thou  art  worn,  and  hard  beset, 

With  sorrows,  that  thou  would' st  forget, 

If  thou  would'st  read  a  lesson,  that  will  keep 

Thy  heart  from  fainting,  and  thy  soul  from  sleep, 

Go  to  the  woods  and  hills  !     No  tears 

Dim  the  sweet  look  that  nature  wears. 

LONGFELLOW. 


APRIL   7. 

If  a  man  keep  my  sayings  he  shall  never  see   death. 
John  viii.  51. 

No,  he  shall  see  his  Saviour  come, 
To  tell  him  that  his  pains  are  o'er, 

To  bear  him  to  his  heavenly  home, 
To  welcome  him  to  Canaan's  shore. 

This  is  not  death ;    it  is  the  gate 
Which  opens  to  a  world  of  bliss ; 


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Let  us  be  patient ;    while  we  wait 
Our  exit  from  a  world  like  this. 

Nor  may  we  murmur  at  our  lot, 
Or  shrinking,  view  our  daily  cross ; 

Oh,  be  our  selfish  griefs  forgot, 
For  Jesus  we  count  all  but  loss. 


APRIL   8. 

And  "by  Him  ail  that  "believe  are  justified  from  all 
things,  from  which  ye  could  not  he  justified  hy  the  la^o 
of  Moses. — Acts  xiii.  39. 

My  former  hopes  are  fled, 

My  terror  now  begins  ; 
I  feel,  alas  !   that  I  am  dead 

In  trespasses  and  sins. 

Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly  ? 

I  hear  the  thunder  roar ; 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 

And  vengeance  at  the  door. 


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I  see,  or  think  I  see, 

A  glimmering  from  afar  ; 
A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me, 

To  save  me  from  despair. 

COWPEE. 


APRIL  9. 


Thou  shalt  eat  of  the  labor  of  thy  hands  :  happy  shalt 
thcii  he,  and  it  shall  he  well  with  thee. — Ps.  cxxviii.  2. 


Courage,  my  soul !    on  God  rely, 
Deliv'rance  soon  will  come  ; 

A  thousand  ways  Jehovah  has 
To  bring  believers  home. 

It  shall  be  well  whate'er  befall 
The  pilgrim  on  his  way ; 

He  '11  find  a  blessed  rest  at  last, 
After  life's  toilsome  day. 


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APRIL   10. 

Thou  shall  forget  thy  misery,  and  remember  it  as  "waters 
that  pass  away. — Job  xi.  16. 

Then  let  the  rude  tempest  assail, 

The  blast  of  adversity  blow  ; 
The  haven  though  distant  I  hail, 

Beyond  this  rough  ocean  of  woe. 
When  safe  on  the  beautiful  strand, 

I  '11  smile  on  the  billows  that  foam  ; 
Kind  angels  to  hai.  me  to  land, 

And  Jesus  to  welcome  me  home. 

MISS    TAYLOR. 


APRIL   11. 

They  that  be  wise  shall  shine  as  the  brightness  of  the 
firmament  ;  and  they  that  turn  many  to  righteousness, 
as  the  stars  forever  and  ever. — Daniel  xii.  3. 

I  praised  the  sun,  whose  chariot  rolled 
On  wheels  of  amber  and  of  gold  ; 
I  praised  the  moon,  whose  softer  eye 
Gleamed  sweetly  through  the  summer  sky. 


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And  moon  and  sun  in  answer  said, 
"  Our  days  of  light  are  numbered." 

0  God  !    0  good  beyond  compare  ! 

If  thus  thy  meaner  works  are  fair, 

If  thus  thy  bounties  gild  the  span 

Of  ruined  earth  and  sinful  man, 

How  glorious  must  the  mansion  be, 

Where  thy  redeemed  shall  dwell  with  Thee. 


APRIL  12. 

Though.  I  walk  through  the  valley  of  the  shadow  of  death 
I  will  fear  no  evil. — Psalm  xxiii.  4. 

Hark  !    a  voice,  it  cries  from  heaven, 

Happy  in  the  Lord  who  die ; 
Happy  they  to  whom  't  is  given, 

From  a  world  of  grief  to  fly. 
They  indeed  are  truly  blessed, 
From  their  labors  then  they  rest. 

KELLY. 


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APRIL  13. 

Be  thou  faithful  unto  death,  and  I  will  give  thee  a  crown 
of  life. — Rev.  ii.  10. 

He  came  to  the  cross  when  his  young  cheek  was 
blooming, 
And  raised   to    the  Lord   the  bright  glance    of 
his  eye  ; 
And  when   o'er  its   beauty   death's  darkness   was 
glooming, 
The    cross    did    uphold   him,    the    Saviour   was 
nigh. 

I  saw  the  black  pall  o'er  his  relics  extended, 
I  wept,  but    they  were    not    the   tear-drops  of 
woe  ; 
The  prayer  of  my  soul  that  in  fervor  ascended, 
Was,  Lord  when  thou  callest,  like  him  may  I 
go- 


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APRIL   14. 


That  whosoever  "believeth  in  Him   should  not  perish, 
hut  have  eternal  life. — John  iii.  15. 


Oh,  grieve  not  for  him  with  the  wildness  of  sor- 
sow, 

As  those  who  in  hopeless  despondency  weep ; 
From  God's  holy  word  consolation  we  borrow, 

For  souls  who  in  Jesus  confidingly  sleep. 

Lament    not    your   loved    one,    but    triumph   the 

rather, 
To    think   of   the    promise,    the    prayer   of  the 

Lamb  ; 
"Your   joy  shall    be    full,"  and  "I  will,  oh,  my 

Father  ! 
That  those  whom  Thou  giv'st  me  may  be  where  1 

am. 


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APEIL   15. 

Know  ye  not  that  ye  aTe  of  the  temple  of  God,  and  that 
the  Spirit  of  God  dwelleth  in  you. — 1  Cor.  iii.  18. 

He  consecrates,  and  oh,  how  beautiful, 

How  lovely  is  the  temple  of  the  soul 

When  he  performs  this  work.     Our  thoughts  and 

hopes 
Mount  upon  seraph's  wings  ;    above  the  earth, 
And  with  veiled  faces,  holy  angels,  like 
Our  thoughts,  stand  solemnly  assembled  round 
The    Lamb's    high    throne — God's    glory   fills   the 

soul. 


APRIL  16. 

.Jnto  the  upright  there  ariseth  light  in  the  darkness  , 
He  is  gracious,  and  full  of  compassion,  and  righteous. — 
Psalm  cxii.  4. 

Through  shades  and  solitudes  profound 
The  Christian  pilgrim  wends  his  way ; 

'Till  when  his  steps  are  homeward  bound, 
And  lest  his  weary  feet  should  stray, 


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A  light  springs  up — the  lamp  of  love, 
Fed  by  the  gracious  hand  of  God. 

Beyond  the  narrow  vale  of  time, 

Where  bright  celestial  ages  roll, 
To  scenes  eternal,  scenes  sublime, 

It  points  the  way,  and  leads  the  soul. 
Then  let  me  not  e'en  darkness  fear, 
If  such  a  glorious  light  be  near. 


APRIL  17. 

Search  the  Scriptures. — John  v.  39. 

G-lance  not  with  careless  eye 

The  sacred  pages  o'er ; 
Nor  lightly  lay  the  volume  by, 

To  think  of  it  no  more. 

Search  deeply,  prayerfully ; 

There  is  no  promise  given 
To  those  who  will  not  strive  V  obtain, 

Admission  into  heaven. 


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APRIL   18. 

Who  shall  lay  anything  to  the  charge  of  God's  elect. 
Rolians  viii    33. 

If  at  the  Saviour's  feet  we  lay 
The  heavy  burthen  of  our  sin, 
The  Lamb  will  take  it  all  away — 
The  contrite  heart  He  '11  enter  in. 
This  is  the  promise  that  we  want, 
"  Ye  shall  be  with  me  where  I  am;" 
Thus  we  defy  the  tempter's  taunt, 
In  humble  faith,  "  behold  the  Lamb." 


APRIL  19. 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  liveth. — Job  adx.  25. 

Great  God  !    I  own  thy  sentence  just, 

And  nature  must  decay  ; 
I  yield  my  body  to  the  dust, 

To  dwell  with  fellow  clay. 


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Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  gTave; 

And  trample  on  the  tombs  ; 
My  Jesus,  my  Redeemer  lives, 

My  God,  my  Saviour  comes. 

Oh,  while  He  lives,  my  hopes  shall  live, 

My  soul  cannot  despair  ; 
Eternal  life  is  His  to  give, 

Why  should  I  doubt  or  fear  ? 


APRIL  20. 

We  have  peace  with  G-od  through  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ, 
Romans  v.  1. 

"  Peace,"  was  the  song  the  angels  sang, 
When  Jesus  sought  this  vale  of  tears ; 

And  sweet  that  heavenly  prelude  rang, 
To  calm  the  watchful  shepherd's  fears. 

"  Peace,"  was  the  prayer  the  Saviour  breathed, 
When  from  our  world  his  steps  withdrew ; 

The  gift  He  to  his  friends  bequeathed, 
With  Calvary  and  the  cross  in  view. 


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Redeemer !    with  adoring  love, 

Our  spirits  take  thy  rich  bequest ; 

The  watchword  of  the  host  above, 

The  passport  to  their  realm  of  rest. 

Sigourney. 

APRIL   21. 

Until  the  day  dawn  and  the  day-star  arise. — 2  Pet.  i.  19 


Thou  whom  I  love,  the  day-star  of  my  sight, 
When  thy  dear  presence  wakes  me  to  delight ; 
Joy  in  my  soul  unfolds  her  fairest  flower, 

But  in  thy  heaven  of  smile  alone  it  blooms ; 
Born  but  to  live  within  thy  eye-beam's  power, 

When  of  its  light  deprived,  in  grief  consumes. 
Like  storied  plant,  whose  gaze  from  hour  to  hour, 

Still  to  the  sun  with  fond  devotion  turns ; 
Wakes  when  creation  hails  its  dawning  power, 

And  most  expands  when  most  her  idol  burns. 
But  when  he  seeks  the  bosom  of  the  deep, 

His  faithful  plant's  reflected  charms  decay ; 


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ien  fade  her  flowers,  her  leaves  discolored  weep, 
Still  fondly  pining  for  the  vanished  ray. 

OAMOENS. 

APRIL  22. 

If  ve  love  one  another,  God  dwelieth  in  us,  and  His  love 
is  perfected  in  us. — 1  John  iv.  12. 

The  love  that  cheers  life's  latest  stage, 
Proof  against  sickness  and  old  age  ; 
Preserved  by  virtue  from  declension, 
Becomes  not  weary  of  attention, 
But  lives  when  that  exterior  grace, 
Which  first  inspired  the  flame,  decays. 

COWPER. 

APRIL  23. 

With,  all  lowliness  and  meekness,  with  long-suffering 
forbearing  one  another  in  love. — Eph.  iv.  2. 

The  kindest  and  the  happiest  pair 
Will  find  occasion  to  forbear  ; 
And  something  every  day  they  live 
To  pity,  and  perhaps  forgive. 

COWFER. 


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APRIL  24. 

It  is  sown  in  corruption,  it  is  raised  in  incorruption  ; 
it  is  sown  in  dishonor,  it  is  raised  in  glory  ;  *Lt  is  sown  in 
weakness,  it  is  raised  in  power  ;  it  is  sown  a  natural  "body, 
it  is  raised  a  spiritual  body. — 1  Cor.  xv.  42,  43,  44. 

The  flowers  will  tell  to  thee 
A  sacred  mystic  story  ; 
How  moistened  earthly  dust 
Can  wear  celestial  glory. 
On  thousand  moistened  stems, 
The  loved  inscription  's  given, 
"  How  beautiful  is  earth 
When  it  can  image  heaven." 

RUCKART. 


APRIL   25. 

He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep. — Psalm  cxxvii.  2. 

Of  all  the  thoughts  of  God  which  are 
Borne  inward  into  souls  afar, 

Along  the  Psalmist's  music  deep — 


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Now  tell  me  if  there  any  is, 
For  gift  or  grace  surpassing  this, 
"  He  giveth  His  beloved  sleep  V* 

So  friends,  dear  friends,  when  it  shall  be 
That  this  low  breath  is  gone  from  me, 

And  round  my  bier  ye   come  to  weep, 
Let  one  most  loving  of  you  all, 
Say,  "  Not  a  tear  must  o'er  her  fall, 

He  giveth  His  beloved  sleep." 


APRIL  26. 

Let  him  return  unto  the  Lord,  and  He  ■will  have  mercy 
upon  him,  and  to  our  God,  for  He  will  abundantly  par- 
don him. — Isaiah  lv.  7. 

From  the  sun's  warmth  and  splendor, 

May  the  calm  planet  rove ; 
How  easy  then  for  man 

To  wander  from  God's  love. 
Yet  round  the  golden  centre, 

There  lies  the  shining  track, 


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And  there  's  a  way  to  duty, 
From  farthest  error  back. 


APRIL   27. 

And  there  shall  he  no  night  there  :  and  they  need  no 
candle,  neither  light  of  the  sun  ;  for  the  Lord  G-od  giveth 
them  light,  and  they  shall  reign  forever  and  ever. — 
Hev.  xxii.  5. 

Clear  fount  of  light !    my  native  land  on  high, 
Bright  with  a  glory  that  shall  never  fade  ; 
Mansion  of  truth  !    without  a  veil  or  shade, 

Thy  holy  quiet  meets  the  spirit's  eye. 

Beloved  country  !    banished  from  thy  shore, 
A  stranger  in  this  prison-house  of  clay, 
The  exiled  spirit  weeps  and  sighs  for  thee ; 

Heavenward  the  bright  perfections  I  adore, 
Direct,  and  the  sure  promise  cheers  the  way, 
That  whither  love  aspires   there  shall  my  dwell- 
ing be. 

FRANCISCO    DE   ALDANO, 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE.  I«J3 


APRIL   28. 

He  only  is  my  rock  and  my  salvation  ;  He  ii  my  defence  ; 
I  shall  not  be  greatly  moved. — PsiJuM  lrii.  2. 

Teach  us  thy  mandates  to  revere, 

Wean  our  weak  souls  from  things  too  dear ; 

And  if  still  rise  the  struggling  tear, 

At  thy  decree, 
Oh,  let  the  spirit  wearied  here, 

Find  rest  in  Thee. 


APRIL  29. 

Arise  ye  and  depart,  for  this  is  not  your  rest. — Mic.  ii.  10. 

I   thought    that   the    course    of    the    pilgrim   to 
heaven, 
Would    be   bright  as  the  summer,  and  glad  as 
the  morn  ; 
Thou   show'dst   me    the  path ;    it   was   dark    and 
uneven, 
All   rugged  with   rocks,   and    all    tangled   with 
thorn. 


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There    are  mansions  exempted  from  sin  and  from 
woe, 
But  they  stand  in  a  region  by  mortals  untrod ; 
There  are  rivers  of  joy,  but  they  roll  not  below, 
There  is  rest,  but  it  dwells  in  the  presence  of 
God. 

APRIL   30. 

Behold,  G-od  is  mine  helper  ;  the  Lord  is  "with  them  bhat 
uphold  my  soul. — Psalm  liv.  4. 

We  will  not  weep,  we  will  not  sigh, 

God  bids  us  suffer  patiently ; 

He  wills  it,  and  we  care  not  why, 

But  bless  His  name  ; 
He  in  His  mercy  's  always  nigh, 

Always  the  same. 

Whate'er  the  cup  thy  hand  shall  fill, 
Father,  we  own  thy  goodness  still ; 
Though  pain  and  woe  the  spirit  chill, 

Though  one  by  one 
Our  earthly  hopes  decay,  thy  will, 

Not  ours,  be  done. 


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MAY  1. 

An£  ye  now  therefore  have  sorrow  ;  hut  I  will  see  you 
again,  and  your  heart  c  r,  and  your  joy  no  man 

taketh  from  you. — John  xvi.  22. 

High  in  yonder  realms  of  light 

Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above, 
Far  "beyond  our  feeble  sight. 

Happy  in  Immanuel's  love. 
Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 
Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 

Torturing  pain,  and  heavy  woe. 

Oft  the  big  unbidden  tear, 

Stealing  down  the  furrowed  cheek, 
Told,  in  eloquence  sincere, 

Tales  of  woe  they  could  not  speak. 
But  these  days  of  weeping  o'er, 

Past,  this  scene  of  toil  and  pain, 
They  shall  feel  distress  no  more, 

Never — never  wreep  again. 


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SONGS    IN    THE 


MAY  2. 

The  Lord  also  will  be  a  refuge  for  the  oppressed,  a  ref- 
uge in  times  of  trouble. — Psalm  ix.  9. 

Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee, 

Leave,  oh,  leave  me  not  alone, 
Still  support  and  comfort  me. 

They  who  know  the  Saviour's  name, 

Are  for  all  events  prepared  ; 
What  can  changes  do  to  them, 

Who  have  such  a  guide  and  guard? 


Should  they  traverse  earth  around, 
To  the  ladder  still  they  corne ; 

Every  spot  is  holy  ground — 

God  is  there — and  He  's  their  home. 


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MAY   3. 

And  they  that  Imovr  thy  name  -will  put  their  trust  in 
Thee  ;  for  thou,  Lord,  hast  not  forsaken  them  that  seei 
Thee. — Psaxm  ix.  10. 

With  throbbing  head,  and  heaving  breast, 
Saviour,  I  fly  to  Thee  for  rest  ; 
With  trembling  hands,  and  tottering  feet, 
I  reach  thy  cross,  my  sole  retreat. 

Thy  hands,  once  stretched  upon  the  tree, 
Are  kindly  offered  now  to  me  ; 
My  trembling  hands  with  joy  I  '11  raise, 
And  lift  them  up  in  prayer  and  praise. 


MAY   4. 

Peace  I  leave  with  you,  my  peace  I  give  unto  you. 
John  xiv.  27. 

Is  there  a  spell  thy  sorrow  to  assuage  ? 

There  is,  there  is ;    but  seek  it  not  from  man ; 
Seek  for  the  healing  balm  in  God's  own  page, 

Read  of  thy  Saviour's  love,  to  Him  repair ; 


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He  looks  with  pity  on  thy  guilty  state  ; 

Kneel  at  His  throne  in  deep  and  fervent  prayer, 
Kneel  and  repent,  ere  yet  it  be  too  late. 


MAY   5. 

To  him  that  overcometh,  will  I  grant  to  sit  with  me 
£n  my  throne,  even  as  I  also  overcame,  and  am  set  down 
with  my  Father  in  his  throne. — Rev.  iii.  21. 

Encompassed  with  clouds  of  distress, 

Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 
I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face, 

And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine. 
Disheartened  with  waiting  so  long, 

I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load ; 
All  plaintive  I  pour   out  my  song, 

And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 

But  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  is  nigh, 

My  foes  He  will  help  me  to  fight — 

He  shows  to  my  languishing  eye 
A  crown  which  is  gloriously  bright. 


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Then  I  '11  gird  up   the  loins  of  my  mind, 
And  press  on   my  heavenly  way, 

To  crosses   and   trials  resigned, 

I  '11  strive  but  to  watch  and  to  pray. 


MAY  6. 

And  God  shall  -wipe  away  all  tears  from  their  eyes, 
and  there  shall  he  no  more  death,  neither  sorrow,  nor 
crying ;  neither  shall  there  he  any  more  pain,  for  the- 
former  things  are  passed  away. — Rev.  xxi.  4. 

There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven ; 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 

When  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 
And  all  is  drear  but  heaven  ; 

There  Faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye, 
To  brighter  prospects  given, 

And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 


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MAY  7. 

I  know  thy  works  ;  "behold,  I  have  set  "before  thee  an 
open  door,  and  no  man  can  shut  it  ;  for  thou  hast  a  lit- 
tle strength,  and  hast  kept  my  word,  and  hast  not  denied 
my  name. — Rev.  iii.  8. 

'T  is  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought ; 

Do  I  love  the  Lord  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his  or  am  I  not  ? 

Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 

Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 


Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 
Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 

Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

Could  I  joy  His  saints  to  meet, 
Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd, 

Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 


HOUSE    OF    MY    FILGRIMAGE.  Ill 

Let  me  love  Thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray  ; 
If  I  have  not  loved  before, 

Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 


MAY  8. 

But  he  that  putteth  his   trust  in  me,  shall  possess  the 
land,  and  shall  inherit  my  holy  mountain. — Is.  lvii.  13. 

When  this  vain  world  with  all  its  joys, 
Seem  to  my  soul  but  trifling  toys, 
When  sickened  by  its  glare,  my  heart 
Turns,  oh,  my  God  !    to  where  thou  art ; 
With  joy  and  love  I  bend  the  knee, 
To  tell  thee  that  I  trust  in  Thee. 

When  burthened  with  some  bitter  grief, 

And  here  I  vainly  seek  relief, 

I  love  to  find  thy  mercy-seat, 

And  lay  my  burden  at  thy  feet. 

Dear  Saviour,  thou  my  heart  canst  see, 

Oh,  tell  me,  do  I  trust  in  Thee  ? 


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MAY   9. 


The  righteous  shall  he  an  everlasting  rememhrance. 
He  shall  not  he  afraid  of  evil  tidings,  his  heart  is  fixed, 
trusting  in  the  Lord. — Psalm  cxii.  6,  7. 


"  My  times  are  in  thy  hand," 
My  God,  I  wish  them  there  ; 

My  life,  my  friends,  my  soul,  I  leave 
Entirely  to  thy  care. 

"  My  times  are  in  thy  hand," 

Whatever  they  may  be  ; 
Pleasing  or  painful,  dark  or  bright, 

As  best  may  seem  to  thee. 

"  My  times  are  in  thy  hand," 
Why  should  I  doubt  or  fear  ? 

My  Father's  hand  will  never  cause 
His  child  a  needless  tear. 


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MAY  10. 


These  are  they  -which  came  cut  of  great  tribulation, 
and  have  washed  their  rcbes,  and  made  them  ■white  in 
the  "blood  of  the  Lamb  ;  they  shall  hunger  no  more, 
neither  thirst  any  more  ;  neither  shall  the  sun  light  on 
them  nor  any  heat,  for  the  Lamb  which  is  in  the  midst 
of  the  throne  shall  feed  them,  and  shall  lead  them  unto 
living  fountains  of  waters  ;  and  God  shall  wipe  away  all 
tears  from  their  eyes. — Rev.  vii.  14,  16,  17. 


Sad  pilgrim  of  Zion,  though  chastened  awhile, 
Through  this    dark  vale  of   tears,  hope   still  bids 

thee  to  smile  ; 
Far  spent  is  thy  night — see  approaching  the  day, 
That  calls  thee  from  sorrow  and  sighing  away. 
No  tear  of  repentance,  nor  wave  of  the  storm, 
Not  a  cloud  shall  e'er  darken   the   light   of  that 

morn, 
When  thy  sun  sets  no  more,  but  forever  shall  shine, 
Unsullied  in  beauty,  in  priory,  divine. 
White  thy  robe  washed  in  blood,  the   price   that 

wras  given 
To  redeem   thee  from  earth,  and  to  raise  thee  to 

heaven ; 


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Oh,  pilgrim,  till  then  be  thou  instant  in  prayer ; 
Life's  sorrows  and  pains  thy  Redeemer  will  bear  , 


MAY   11. 

Wait  on  the  Lord  and  keep  his  way,  and  He  shall  ex- 
alt thee  to  inherit  the  land.  I  have  been  young,  and 
now  am  old,  yet  have  I  not  seen  the  righteous  forsaken, 
nor  his  seed  begging  bread. — Psalm  xxxvii.  34,  25. 

The  saints  should  never  be  dismayed, 

Nor  sink  in  hopeless  fear ; 
For  when  they  least  expect  His  aid, 

The  Saviour  will  appear. 

This  Abram  found — he  raised  the  knife, 

God  saw  and  said,  "  Forbear ; 
Yon  ram  shall  yield  his  meaner  life — 

Behold  the  victim  there  !" 

Blest  proofs  of  power  and  grace  divine, 

That  meet  ns  in  His  word  ; 
May  every  deep-felt  care  of  mine 

Be  trusted  with  the  Lord. 

OO^PEB. 


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MAY  12. 

He  that  goeth  forth  and  weepeth,  "bearing  precious 
seed,  shall  doubtless  come  again  with  rejoicing,  bringing 
his  sheaves  with  him. — Psalm  cxxvi.  6. 

Wouldst  thou  from  sorrow  find  a  sweet  relief? 

Or  is  thy  heart  oppressed  with  woes  untold  ? 
Balm  wouldst  thou  gather  for  corroding  grief  ? 

Pour  blessings  round  thee  like  a  shower  of  gold. 
JT  is  when  the  rose  is  wrapt  in  many  a  fold  : 

Close  to  its  heart  the  worm  is  wasting  there 
Its  life  and  beauty  ;  not  when  all  unrolled, 

Leaf  after  leaf,  its  bosom  rich  and  fair, 
Breathes  freely  its  perfumes    throughout   the    am- 
bient air. 

Rouse  to  some  work  of  high  and  holy  love, 
And  thou  an  angel's  happiness  shalt  know — 

Shalt  bless  the  earth,  while  in  the  world  above  : 
The  good  begun  by  thee  shall  onward  flow 

In  many  a  branching  stream,  and  wider  grow. 
The  seed  that  in  these  few  and  fleeting  hours, 

Thy  hands  unsparing  and  unwearied  sow, 


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Shall  deck  thy  grave  with  amaranthine  flowers, 
And  yield  thee   fruits   divine,  in   heaven's    inv 
mortal  bowers. 


MAY  13. 


Say  to  them  that  are  of  a  fearful  heart,  "be  strong,  fear 
not. — Isaiah  xxxv.  4. 


Whene'er  the  clouds  of  sorrow  roll, 

And  trials  whelm  the  mind  ; 
Whe*n  faint  with  grief,  thy  wearied  soul 

No  joys  on  earth  can  find  : 
Then  lift  thy  voice  to  God  on  high, 

Dry  up  thy  trembling  tear, 
And  hush  the  low,  complaining  sigh, 

11  Fear  not,"  thy  God  is  near. 

When  dark  temptations  spread  their  snares, 
And  earth  with  charms  allures ; 

And  when  thy  soul,  oppressed  with  fears, 
The  world's  assault  endures, 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE.  117 

Then  let  thy  Father's  friendly  voice 

Thy  fainting  spirit  cheer  ; 
And  bid  thy  trembling  heart  rejoice, 

"  Fear  not,"  thy  God  is  near. 


MAY  14. 


He  shall  cover  thee  with  His  feathers,  and  under  His 
wings  shalt  thou  trust  ;  His  truth  shall  he  thy  shield 
and  buckler. — Psalu  xci   4. 


As  the  bird — its  strength  untried — 

To  its  mother  still  would  cling, 
So,  my  Father,  let  me  hide 

Under  thine  almighty  wing. 
Chilled  with  worldlfness,  I  turn 

To  thy  kind,  thy  pitying  breast ; 
There,  contentment  let  me  learn, 

There,  oh,  teach  me  how  to  rest  ! 
May  thy  truth  forever  be 
Shield  and  buckler  unto  me. 


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MAY  15. 

Cast  thy  "burden  upon  the  Lord,  and  He  shall  sustain 
thee.  He  shall  never  suffer  the  righteous  to  "be  moved. 
— Psalm  lv.  22. 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 

Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 

Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

With  my  burden  I  begin, 

Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  : 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 

Wash  my  conscience  clean  from  guilt. 


MAY  16. 

When  thou  passest  through  the  waters,  I  will  he  with 
thee  ;  and  through  the  rivers,  they  shall  not  overflow 
thee  :  when  thou  walkest  through  the  fire,  thou  shalt 
not  he  "burnt ;  neither  shall  the  flame  kindle  upon  thee. 
— Isaiah  xliii.  2. 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  His  excellent  word  ; 


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What  more  can  He  say  than  to  you  He  hath  said, 
Who,  unto  the  Saviour,  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 
When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply  ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee,  thy  deepest  distress. 
When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow ; 
I  '11  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  make  thee  to 

stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 


MAY  17. 

They  that  trust  in  the  Lord  shall  he  as  mount  Zion, 
which  cannot  he  removed,  hut  ahideth  forever.  As  the 
mountains  are  round  ahout  Jerusalem,  so  the  Lord  is 
Tound  ahout  His  people  from  henceforth  even  forever 
— PsAiM  cxxv.  1,  2. 

If  the  Lord  our  leader  be, 

We  may  follow  without  fear ; 

East  or  west,  by  land  or  sea, 
Home  with  Him.  is  everywhere. 


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When  from  Esau  Jacob  fled, 
Though  his  pillow  was  of  stone, 

And  the  ground  his  humble  bed, 
Yet  he  was  not  left  alone. 

Well  does  Jacob's  ladder  suit, 

To  the  gospel  throne  of  grace  ; 
We  are  at  the  ladder's  foot, 

Every  hour,  in  every  place. 
By  assuming  flesh  and  blood, 

Jesus  heaven  and  earth  unites ; 
We  by  faith  ascend  to  God, 

God  to  dwell  with  us  delights. 


MAY  18. 

For  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  liveth.,  and  that  He 
shall  stand  at  the  latter  day  upon  the  earth  ;  and  though 
after  ray  skin  worms  destroy  this  body,  yet  in  my  flesh 
shall  I  see  God. — Job  xix.  25,  26. 

He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives — 
What  joy  the  blessed  assurance  gives ; 
And  now,  before  His  Father,  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merits  of  his  blood. 


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My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  tiYX-pcvr,  joyful  sound  ; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

MAY   19. 

And  che  Spirit  and  the  "bride  s'  and  let  him 

that  heareth   say,    come  ;    A  -  z  is  athiist, 

come  ;  and  whosoever  will,  let  him   take  the   water   of 
life  freely. — Rev.  xxii.  17. 

Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain, 

Sinners  ruined  by  the  fall  ; 
Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain, 

Flows  to  you,  to  me,  to  all, 
In  a  full,  perpetual  tide, 

Opened  when  the  Saviour  died. 

Come  in  sorrow  and  contrition, 
Wounded,  impotent,  and  blind  ; 

Here,  the  guilty,  free  remission, 

Here,  the  troubled,  peace  may  find  ; 

Health,  this  fountain  will  restore, 

He  that  drinks  shall  thirst  no  more. 


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MAY  20. 

Thy  shoes  shall  he  iron  and  "brass  ;  and  as  thy  days,  so 
shall  thy  strength  he. — Deut.  SLxxiii.  25. 

When  adverse  winds  and  waves  arise, 
And  in  my  heart  despondence  sighs, 
When  life  her  throng  of  care  reveals, 
And  weakness  o'er  my  spirit  steals, 
Grateful,  I  hear  thy  kind  decree, 
That,  "  as  my  day,  my  strength  shall  be.M 


MAY  21. 

Blessed  is  the  man  that  endureth  temptation,  for  "when 
he  is  tried  he  shall  receive  the  crown  of  life,  which  the 
Lord  has  promised  to  them  that  love  him. — James  i.   12. 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave  and  follow  Thee  ; 

Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 
Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shall  be. 

Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I  've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known ; 


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Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 
They  have  left  my  Saviour  too  ; 

Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me — 
Thou  art  not  like  them  untrue. 

Soon  shall  close  my  earthly  mission, 
Soon  shall  pass  my  pilgrim  days ; 

Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition. 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

MAY  22. 

For  with  Thee  is  the  fountain  of  life. — Ps.  zxxvi.  9. 

Around  thy  throne,  in  peaceful  streams, 
0  God  !    celestial  pleasure  glides  ; 

The  brightened  wave  thine  image  beams, 
Untinged  by  sorrow's  darkened  tides. 

That  stream  my  fainting  spirit  cheers, 
When  sultry  suns  pour  down  their  heat ; 


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And  when  I  cross  the  vale  of  tears, 
It  makes  the  cup  of  sorrow  sweet. 

To  Thee,  the  fountain-head,  I  rise  ; 

No  joy  below  Thee  soothes  my  mind ; 
My  spring  of  bliss  is  in  the  skies  ; 

My  heaven  in  Thee  alone  I  find. 


MAY  23. 

Beloved,  think  it  not  strange,  concerning  the  fiery 
trial  which  is  to  try  you,  as  though  some  strange  thing 
happened  unto  you  ;  hut  rejoice,  inasmuch  as  ye  are 
partakers  of  Christ's  sufferings  ;  that,  when  His  glory 
shall  he  revealed,  ye  may  he  glad  also  with  exceeding 
joy. — 1  Peter  iv.  12,  13. 

Pilgrim  weary,  lone  and  dreary, 

Hast  thou  found  the  night  ? 
Onward  while  thy  course  pursuing, 
Hast  thou  been  thy  strength  renewing, 
Or  been  cheered,  by  faintly  viewing 

Some  fair  beacon  light  ? 


Oh,  ye  strangers,  snares  and  dangers 
Hourly  have  I  met ; 


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Yet  by  foes  unseen,  surrounded, 
And  in  many  a  conflict  wounded, 
I  have  never  been  confounded — 
Christ  is  my  light ! 

Endless  pleasures,  boundless  treasures, 

Shall  the  victor  crown  ; 
Onward  still  his  soul  is  flying, 
On  the  Lord  of  life  relying, 
All  the  rage  of  hell  defying, 

Heaven  ivill  soon  be  icon  ! 


MAY   24. 

My  times  are  in  thy  hand  — Psalm  xxxi.  15 

Oh,  let  my  trembling  soul  be  still 
While  darkness  veils  the  sky, 

And  wait  thy  wise,  thy  holy  will, 
Wrapped  yet  in  mystery  : 

I  cannot,  Lord,  thy  purpose  see, 

Yet  all  is  well,  since  ruled  by  Thee. 


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Thus,  trusting  in  thy  love,  I  tread 

The  path  of  duty  on  ; 
What  though  some  cherished  joys  are  fled, 

Some  flattering  dreams  are  gone  ? 
Yet  purer,  brighter  joys  remain  ; 

Why  should  my  spirit  then  complain  ? 


MAY   25. 

For  this  corruptible  must  put  on  incorruption,  and  this 
mortal  must  put  on  immortality. — 1  Cob.  xv.  53. 

Oh,  weep  not  for  the  joys  that  fade, 

Like  evening  lights,  away  ; 
For  hopes,  that  like  the  stars  decayed, 

Have  left  their  mortal   day  ; 
For  clouds  of  sorrow  will  depart, 

And  brilliant  skies  be  given  : 
And  though  on  earth  the  tear  may  start, 
Yet  bliss  awaits  thy  holy  heart, 

Amid  the  bowers  of  heaven. 

Oh,  weep  not  for  the  joys  that  pass 
Into  the  lonely  grave  ; 


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As  breezes  sweep  the  withered  grass 

Along  the  restless  wave  ; 
For,  though  thy  pleasures  may  depart, 

And  mournful  days  be  given, 
And  lonely  though  on  earth  thou  art, 
Yet  bliss  awaits  thy  holy  heart, 

Where  friends  rejoice  in  heaven. 


MAY  26. 

But  I  "will  sing  of  thy  power  ;  yea,  I  "will  sing  aloud  of 
thy  mercy  in  the  morning  ;  for  thou  hast  "been  my  de- 
fence and  refuge  in  the  day  of  my  trouble. — Ps.  lix.  16. 

This  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 
Our  faithful,  unchangeable  friend, 

Whose  love  is  as  large  as  his  power, 
And  knows  neither  measure  nor  end. 

'T  is  Jesus,  the  first  and  the  last, 

Whose  spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home ; 

We  '11  praise  Him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  Him  for  all  that 's  to  come. 


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MAY  27. 

Wait  on  the  Lord  ;  "be  of  good  courage,  and  He  shalj. 
strengthen  thy  heart ;  wait,  I  say,  on  the  Lord. — 
Psalm  xxvii.  14. 

Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord, 

To  His  gracious  promise  flee  : 
Laying  hold  upon  His  word, 

"  As  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

If  the  sorrows  of  thy  case 

Seem  peculiar  still  to  thee, 
God  has  promised  needful  grace — 

11  As  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

Days  of  trial,  days  of  grief, 

In  succession  thou  may'st  see  ; 

This  is  still  thy  sweet  relief, 

"  As  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

Hock  of  ages,  I  'm  secure, 

With  thy  promise  full  and  free, 

Faithful,  positive,  and  sure, 

"  As  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 


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MAY  28. 

Is  any  among  you  afflicted  ?   let  him  pray  — J^meb  v.  13. 

The  breezes  are  cold,  as  from  Cedron  they  blow, 
And  over  Gethsemane  quivering  they  go  ; 
But  Jesus  regards  not  the  chill  of  the  air, 
He  came  to  Gethsemane's  garden  for  prayer. 

The  hours  of  the  night-shade  pass  sadly  away, 
And  long  is  the  time  to  the  dawning  of  day ; 
But,  though  all  be  sadness,  he  lingers  still  there  : 
He  came  to  Gethsemane's  garden  for  prayer. 

Thus  Jesus  prepared  for  that  ocean  of  woe, 

That  soon,  in  its  wrath,  o'er  his  soul  was  to  flow ; 

The    dark  scenes  of  pain  he  was  strengthened  to 

bear, 
He  was   heard,  when    those  hours  he  devoted   to 

prayer. 

My  soul,  when  the  tempest  of  sorrow  is  high, 
O'erwhelmed  with   thy    anguish,   to  God   lift  thy 
cry,— 


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Oh,  yield  not  thy  thoughts  to  the  woes  of  despair, 
For  God  ever  hears,  and  will  answer  thy  prayer. 


MAY  29. 

I  will  go  in  the  strength  of  the  Lord  God  ;  I  will 
make  mention  of  thy  righteousness,  even  of  thine  only. 
Psalm  lxxi.  16. 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend, 

When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
When  will  the  growing  number  end, 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road  ; 
And  march,  with  courage  in  thy  strength, 

To  see  my  Father — God. 

When  I  am  filled  with  sore  distress, 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
I  '11  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness, 

And  mention  none  but  thine. 


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MAY  30. 


And  ■we  know  that  all  things»work  together  for  good,  to 
them  that  love  God. — Romans  viii.  28. 


Ah,  why  this  disconsolate  frame  ? 

Though  earthly  enjoyments  decay, 
My  Jesus  is  ever  the  same, 

A  sun  in  the  gloomiest  day ; 
Though  molten  awhile  in  the  fire, 

'T  is  only  the  gold  to  refine  ; 
And  be  it  my  simple  desire, 

Though  suffering,  not  to  repine. 

What  can  be  the  pleasures  to  me, 

Which  earth,  in  its  fulness,  can  boast  ? 
Delusive,  its  vanities  flee, 

A  flash  of  enjoyment  at  most ; 
And  if  the  Redeemer  could  part, 

For  me,  with  his  throne  in  the  skies, 
Ah  !    why  is  so  dear  to  my  heart, 

What  He  in  his  wisdom  denies  ? 


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Then  let  the  rude  tempest  assail, 

The  blast  of  adversity  blow, 
The  haven,  though  distant,  I  hail, 

Beyond  this  rough  ocean  of  woe  ; 
When  safe  on  its  beautiful  strand, 

I  '11  smile  on  the  billows  that  foam  ; 
Kind  angels  to  hail  me  to  land, 

And  Jesus  to  welcome  me  home. 


MAY   31. 

Be  of  good  courage,  and  He  shall  strengthen  your  heart, 
all  ye  that  hope  in  the  Lord. — Fsalm  xzxi.  24. 

Breast  the  wave,  Christian,  when  it  is  strongest; 
Watch  for  day,  Christian,  when  the  night 's  long- 
est ; 
Onward  and  onward  still  be  thine  endeavor ; 
The  rest  that  remaineth  will  be  forever. 

Fight  the  fight,  Christian,  Jesus  is  o'er  ttoft  ; 
Run  the  race,  Christian,  heaven  is  before  thee : 


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He  who  hath  promised  faltereth  never, 
The  love  of  eternity  flows  on  forever. 

Lift  the  eye,  Christian,  just  as  it  closeth, 
Raise  the  heart,  Christian,  ere  it  reposeth ; 
Thee  from  the  love  of  Christ,  nothing  shall  sever : 
Mount   when   the  work    is  done,   and  praise   Him 
forever. 


JUNE  1. 


For  if  we  suffer  with  Him  we  shall  also  reign  with  Him. 
2  Tim.  ii.  12. 

Christ  had  his  sorrows,  when  he  shed 

His  tears,  0  Palestine,  for  thee  ! 
"When  all  but  weeping  females  fled, 

In  His  dark  hour  of  agony  ! 
Christ  had  his  sorrows,  so  must  thou, 

If  thou  wilt  tread  the  path  he  trod  : 
0  then,  like  him,  submissive  bow, 

And  love  the  sovereignty  of  God. 

Christ  had  his  joys,  but  they  were  not 
The  joys  the  son  of  pleasure  boasts; 


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0  no,  'twas  when  His  spirit  sought 
Thy  will,  thy  glory,  God  of  Hosts ! 

Christ  had  his  joys,  and  so  hath  he 
Who  feels  his  spirit  in  his  heart ; 

Who  yields,  0  God,  his  all  to  thee, 

And  loves  thy  name  for  what  thou  art. 

Christ  had  his  friends ;    his  eye  could  trace 

Through  the  long  train  of  coming  years, 
The  chosen  children  of  his  grace, 

The  full  reward  of  all  his  tears  ! 
Christ  had  his  friends,  and  his  are  thine, 

If  thou  to  Him  hast  bowed  the  knee  ; 
And  where  those  ransomed  millions  shine, 

Shall  thy  eternal  mansion  be. 


JUNE   2. 

"For  this   God  is  our  God  forever  and  ever  ;  He  will  "be 
our  guide  even  unto  death. — Ps.  xlviii.  14. 

Oh,  most  delightful  hour,  by  man 
Experienced  here  below, 


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The  hour  that  terminates  his  span, 
His  folly  and  his  woe. 

Worlds  should  not  bribe  me  back  to  tread 

Again,  life's  dreary  waste, 
To  see  again  my  days  o'erspread 

With  all  the  gloomy  past. 

My  home  henceforth  is  in  the  skies — 

Earth,  seas,  and  sun,  adieu, 
All  heaven  unfolded  to  mine  eyes, 

I  have  no  sight  for  you. 

feo  speaks  the  Christian,  firm  possessed 

Of  faith's  supporting  rod  ; 
Then  breathes  his  soul  into  its  rest, 

The  bosom  of  his  God. 


JUNE    3. 

In  God  have  I  put  my  trust  ;  I  -will  not  be  afraid  what 
man  can  do  unto  me. — Psalm  lvi.  11. 

Pilgrim,  is  thy  journey  drear, 
Are  its  lights  extinct  forever  ? 


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Still  suppress  the  rising  fear — 
God  forsakes  the  righteous  never. 

Storms  may  gather  o'er  thy  path, 
All  the  ties  of  life  may  sever, 

Still  amid  the  fearful  scath, 

God  forsakes  the  righteous  never. 


JUNE   4. 

The  Spirit  itself  mate th  intercession  for  us,  with,  groan- 
ings  which  cannot  be  uttered. — Romans  viii.  26. 

Whene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 
With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires, 

Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine, 

Which  animates  these  strong  desires  ? 

What  less  than  thine  almighty  word 

Can  raise  my  heart  from  earth  and  dust, 

And  bid  me  cleave  to  Thee,  my  Lord, 
My  life,  my  treasure,  and  my  trust  ? 

And  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, 
I  love  my  God,  and  taste  his  grace, 


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Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray, 

Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace  7 

Let  thy  kind  spirit  in  my  heart, 

Forever  dwell,  0  God  of  love  ; 
And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart, 

Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 

8TEELK 

JUNE  5. 

God  is  faithful,  who  -will  not  suffer  you  to  "be  tempted 
ahove  that  ye  are  ahle  ;  "but  -will  -with  the  temptation, 
also  make  a  way  to  escape,  that  ye  may  "be  ahle  to  "bear 
it.— 1  Cor.  x.  13. 

In  themselves  as  weak  as  worms, 
How  can  poor  believers  stand  ? 

When  temptations,  foes  and  storms, 
Press  them  close  on  every  hand  ? 

Weak  indeed  they  feel  they  are, 

But  they  know  the  throne  of  grace  ; 

And  the  God  who  answers  prayer, 
Helps  them  when  they  seek  his  face. 


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Though  the  Lord  awhile  delay, 
Succor  they  at  length  obtain  ; 

He  who  taught  their  hearts  to  pray, 
"Will  not  let  them  cry  in  vain. 

Wrestling  prayer  can  wonders  do, 
Bring  relief  in  deepest  straits  ; 

Prayer  can  force  a  passage  through 
Iron  bars  and  brazen  gates. 


JUNE   6. 

In  returning   and  rest   shall  ye  be   saved  ;  in  quietness 
and  in  confidence  shall  be  your  strength. — Is.  xxx,  15. 

Dear  Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye 

Call   back  a  wand' ring  sheep  ; 
False  to  my  vows,  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain,  like  Peter,  weep. 

Now  let  me  be  by  grace  restored, 

To  me  thy  mercy  shown  ; 
Oh,  turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE.  139 

Give  what  I  should  have  long  implored, 

A  taste  of  love  unknown  ; 
Oh,  turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 


JUNE  7. 

Beloved,  nov  are  we  the  sons  of  God,  and  it  doth  not 
yet  appear -what  we  shall  "be  ,  but  we  know  that  when  He 
ehall  appear,  we  shall  he  like  him,  for  we  shall  see  him 
as  he  is. — 1  John  iii.  2. 

Children  of  God,  who  travelling  slow, 

Your  pilgrim  path  pursue, 
In  strength  and  weakness,  joy  and  woe, 

To  God's  high  calling  true  : 

Why  move  ye  thus  with  lingering  tread, 

A  doubtful,  mournful  band  ? 
Why  faintly  hangs  the  drooping  head  ? 

Why  fails  the  feeble  hand  ? 

The  Lord  of  light,  though  veiled  awhile 
He  hide  his  noon-tide  ray, 


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Shall  soon  in  lovelier  beauty  smile, 
To  gild  the  closing  day. 

Then,  Christian,  dry  the  falling  tear, 
The  faithless  doubt  remove  ; 

Redeemed  at  last  from  guilt  and  fear, 
Oh,  wake  thy  heart  to  love. 


JUNE   8. 

The  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  I  shall  not  "want. — Ps.  xxiii. 

The  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  no  want  shall  I  know, 
I  feed  in  green  pastures,  safe  folded  I  rest ; 

He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters  flow, 
Restores    me    when   wandering,   redeems   when 
oppressed. 

Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death  though 
I  stray, 

Since  thou  art  my  guardian,  no  evil  I  fear  ; 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  thy  staff  be  my  stay, 

No  harm  can  befall  with  my  comforter  near. 


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In  the  midst  of  affliction  my  table  is  spread, 
With    blessings    unmeasured,    my    cup    runneth 
o'er  ; 

With  perfume  and  oil  thou  anointest  my  head, 
Oh,  what  shall  I  ask  of  thy  providence  more  ! 


JUNE   9. 

In  the  time  of  trouble  He  shall  hide  me  in  his  pavilion, 
in  the  secret  of  his  tabernacle  shall  he  hide  me;  He 
shall  set  me  up  upon  a  rock. — Psalm  xxvii.  5. 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  Him  I  lean,  who  not  in  vain, 
Experienced  every  human  pain  : 
He  feels  my  griefs,  He  sees  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 


JUNE  10. 

And  lc,  I  am  with  you  always. — Matt,  xxviii.  20. 

And  thou  art  here — this  closet  folds 
Not  shadow,  but  the  form  I  lore ; 


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The  same  who,  interceding,  holds 
My  wants  before  the  throne  above. 


JUNE  11. 

The  Lord  is  my  light  and  my  salvation  ;  whom  shall  I 
fear  ;  the  Lord  is  the  strength  of  my  life,  of  whom  shall 
I  be  afraid  ? — Psalm  xxvii.  1. 

Air,  why  by  passing  clouds  oppressed, 
Should  vexing  thoughts  distract  my  breast  ? 
Turn,  turn  to  Him  in  every  pain, 
Whom  never  suppliant  sought  in  vain ; 
Thy  strength  in  joy's  ecstatic  day, 
Thy  hope  when  joy  has  passed  away. 


JUNE  12. 

The  Lord  is  nigh  unto  them  that  are  of  a  "broken 
neart,  and  saveth  such  as  are  of  a  contrite  spirit.— 
Fsalm  zxziv.  18. 

Whbn  art  thou  nigh  to  me,  my  God  ? 
When  art  thou  nigh  to  me  ; 


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Is  it  when  I  feel  thy  chastening  rod, 
When  my  tears  fall  fast  on  the  grassy  sod, 
Which  hides  what  I  may  not  see  ? 
Oh,  welcome  the  dart  which  wounds  my  breast, 
When  it  comes  from  Him  who  can  give  me  rest 


JUNE  13. 

Oh,  that  I  had  wings  like   a  dove  !    for  then  would  I  fly 
away  and  he  at  rest. — Psalm  lv.  6. 

I  am  weary  of  straying,  oh,  fain  would  I  rest 
In  that  far  distant  land  of  the  pure  and  the  blest, 
Where  sin  can  no  longer  her  blandishments  spread, 
And  tears  and  temptations  forever  have  fled. 

I  am  weary,  my  Saviour,  of  grieving  thy  love  ; 
Oh,  when  shall  I  rest  in  thy  presence  above — 
I  am  weary,  but  still  let  me  never  repine 
While   thy  word,  and  thy  love,  and  thy  promise 
are  mine, 


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JUNE   14. 

All  thy  -waves  and  thy  billows  are  gone  over  me  ;  yet 
the  Lord  will  command  his  loving-kindness  in  the  day- 
time, and  in  the  night  his  song  shall  be  with  me,  and  my 
prayer  unto  the  God  of  my  life. — Psalm  xlii.  7,  8. 

When  sailing  on  this  troubled  sea 

Of  pain,  and  tears,  and  agony, 

Though  wildly  roar  the  waves  around 

With  restless  and  repeated  sound, 

'T  is  sweet  to  think  that  on  our  eyes 

A  lovelier  clime  shall  yet  arise  ; 

That  we  shall  wake  from  sorrow's  dream, 

Beside  a  pure  and  living  stream. 


JUNE   15. 

Now  no  chastening  for  the  present  seemeth  to  be  joy- 
ous but  grievous  ;  nevertheless,  afterward  it  yieldeth 
the  peaceable  fruit  of  righteousness  unto  them  which  ax« 
exercised  thereby. — Hebrews  xii.  11. 

Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God, 
And  now  made  willing  to  return, 


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I  hear  and  bow  beneath  the  rod, 
To  Him  with  penitence  I  mourn. 

Oh,  give  me,  Lord,  the  tender  heart 
That  trembles  at  the  approach  of  sin, 

A  godly  fear  of  sin  impart, 

Implant  and  root  it  deep  within, 

That  I  may  dread  thy  fearful  power, 

And  never  dare  offend  Thee  more. 


JUNE   16. 

Call  upon  me  in  the  day  of  trouble  ;  I -will  deliver  the© 
and  thou  shalt  glorify  me. — Psalm  1.  15. 

When  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise, 
And  sore  dismayed  my  spirit  dies — 
Yet  He,  who  once  vouchsafed  to  bear 
The  sickening  anguish  of  despair, 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry 
The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 

When,  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone,  I  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend, 
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And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile, 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while  ; 
Thou,  Saviour,  mark'st  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  thou  didst  weep  o'er  Lazarus,  dead. 

And  oh !  when  I  have  safely  passed 
Through  every  conflict  hut  the  last, 
Still,  Lord,  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed — for  thou  hast  died  ; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  endless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 


JUNE  17. 

When  thou  art  in  tribulation,  if  thou  turn  unto  the 
Lord  thy  G-od,  he  -will  not  forsake  thee  ;  the  Lord  thy 
God  is  a  merciful  God,  He  will  not  forsake  thee. — Deut. 
iv.  30,  31. 

Why  that  look  of  sadness  ? 

Why  that  downcast  eye  ? 
Can  no  thought  of  gladness 

Lift  thy  soul  on  high  ? 


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Oh,  thou  heir  of  heaven, 

Think  of  Jesus'  love, 
While  to  thee  is  given, 

All  His  grace  to  prove. 

Is  thy  burdened  spirit 

Agonized  for  sin  ? 
Think  of  Jesus'  merit — 

He  can  make  thee  clean  ; 
Think  of  Calvary's  mountain, 

Where  His  blood  was  spilt ; 
In  that  precious  fountain 

Wash  away  thy  guilt. 

Is  thy  spirit  drooping  ? 

Is  the  tempter  near  ? 
Still,  in  Jesus  hoping, 

What  hast  thou  to  fear  ? 
Set  the  prize  before  thee, 

Gird  thy  armor  on. 
Heir  of  grace  and  glory, 

Struggle  for  thy  crown. 


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JUNE   18. 

O  G-od,  t>ou  art  my  God  ;  early  will  I  seek  Thee  :  my 
soul  thirsteth  for  Thee,  my  flesh  longeth  for  Thee  in  a 
dry  and  thirsty  land,  wliere  no  water  is. — Pb.  Ixiii.  1. 

Oh,  wouldst  thou  again  be  made  known, 

Again  in  thy  spirit  descend, 
And  set  up  in  each  of  thine  own, 

A  kingdom  that  never  shall  end  ! 

Thou  only  art  able  to  bless, 

And  make  the  glad  nations  obey, 

And  bid  the  dire  enmity  cease, 

And  bow  the  whole  world  to  thy  sway. 

Come  then  to  thy  servants  again, 
Who  long  thy  appearing  to  know ; 

Thy  quiet  and  peaceable  reign, 
In  mercy  establish  below. 

Appeased  by  the  charms  of  thy  gTace, 

We  all  shall  in  amity  join, 
And  kindly  ea^h  other  embrace, 

And  love  v.ith  affection  like  thine. 


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JUNE  19. 

And  the  sea  arose  "by  reason  of  a  great  wind  that  "blew. 
So,  when  they  had  rowed  ah©ut  five  and  twenty,  or 
thirty  furlongs,  they  saw  Jesus  walking  on  the  sea,  and 
drawing  nigh  unto  the  ship  ;  and  they  were  afraid  ;  hut 
He  saith  unto  them,  It  is  I,  he  not  afraid. — John  vi.  18, 
19,  20. 

Thou  that  didst  rule  the  angry  hour, 
And  tame  the  tempest's  mood, 

Oh,  send  thy  Spirit  forth  in  power, 
O'er  our  dark  souls  to  brood. 

Thou  that  didst  bow  the  billow's  pride, 

Thy  mandates  to  fulfil, 
Speak — speak  to  passion's  raging  tide — 

Speak,  and  say,  "  Peace,  be  still." 


JUNE  20. 

He  healeth  the  "broken  in  heart,  and  "bindeth  up  their 
wounds. — P^alm  culvii.  3. 

Oh,  thou  who  dry'ot  the  mourner's  te&i, 
How  dark  this  world  would  be, 


JO 


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If,  when  deceived  and  wounded  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  Thee. 

The  friends  who,  in  our  sunshine  live, 
When  winter  comes  are  flown ; 

And,  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give, 
Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 

But  Thou  wilt  heal  that  broken  heart, 
Which,  like  the  plants  that  throw 

Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  part, 
Breathes  sweetness  out  of  woe. 


JUNE   21. 


Behold,  I  stand  at  the  door  and  knock  ;  if  any  mac 
hear  my  voice  and  open  the  door,  I  will  come  in  to  hi-m, 
and  "will  sup  with  him,  and  he  with  me. — Key.  iii.  20. 

In  the  silent  midnight  watches, 

List  thy  bosom  door  ; 
How  it  knocketh,  knocketh,  knocketh, 

Knocketh  evermore. 


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Say  not  't  is  thy  pulse's  beating, 

'T  is  thy  heart  of  sin  ; 
'T  is  thy  Saviour  stands  entreating, 

Rise  and  let  me  in. 

Death  comes  down  with  equal  footstep, 

To  the  hall  and  hut  ; 
Think  you  death  will  stand  a-knocking, 

When  the  door  is  shut  ? 
Jesus  waiteth,  waiteth,  waiteth, 

But  thy  door  is  fast ; 
Grieved,  at  length  away  He  turneth, 

Death  breaks  in  at  last. 

Then  't  is  thine  to  stand  entreating, 

Christ  to  let  thee  in  ; 
At  the  door  of  heaven  beating, 

Wailing  for  thy  sin. 
Nay,  alas,  thou  foolish  virgin, 

Hast  thou  then  forgot, 
Jesus  waited  long  to  know  thee, 

But — He  knows  thee  not. 

A.   C.   COXE. 


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JUNE   22. 

What  agreement  hath  the  temple  of  God  with  idols  ? 
for  ye  are  the  temple  of  the  living  God  ;  and.  as  God 
hath  said,  I  "will  dwell  in  them  and  walk  in  them  ;  and  I 
will  he  their  God,  and  they  shall  be  my  people. — 2  Go». 
vi.  16. 

We  toil  for  earth,  its  shadowy  veil 

Envelop  soul  and  thought, 
And  hides  that  discipline  and  life, 

Within  our  being  wrought. 
We  chain  the  thought,  we  shroud  the  soul, 

And  backward  turn  our  glance, 
When  onward  should  its  vision  be, 

And  upward  its  advance. 

And  never  may  the  spirit  turn 

From  that  effulgent  ray ; 
It  lives  forever  in  the  glare 

Of  an  eternal  day. 
Lives  in  that  penetrating  light, 

A  kindred  glow  to  raise, 
Or  every  withering  sin  to  trace 

Within  its  searching  blaze. 


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Few,  few  the  shapely  temple  rear 

For  God's  abiding  place — 
That  mystic  temple,  where  no  sound 

Within  the  hallowed  space 
Reveals  the  skill  of  builder's  hand  ; 

Yet  with  a  silent  care, 
That  holy  temple  riseth  up, 

And  God  is  dwelling  there. 


MISS    SMITH. 


JUNE   23. 

He  maketh  peace  in  thy  "borders. — Psalm  cxlvii.  14. 

When  joy  no  longer  soothes  or  cheers, 
And  e'en  the  hope  that  threw 

A  moment's  sparkle  o'er  our  tears, 
Is  dimmed  and  vanished  too  ! 

Oh,  who  would  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

Did  not  Thy  wing  of  love 
Come  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom, 

Our  peace-branch  from  above  ? 


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Then  sorrow,  touched  by  Thee,  grows  bright 
With  more  than  rapture's  ray, 

As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light, 
We  never  saw  by  day. 


JUNE  24. 

My  heart  is  fixed,  O  God,  my  heart  is  fixed. — Ps.  lvii.  7. 

Though   born  in   this  desert,  and  doomed  by  my 

birth, 
To  pain  and  affliction,  to  darkness  and  death, 

On  Thee  let  my  spirit  rely — 
Like  some  rude  dial,  that  fixed  on  earth, 

Still  looks  for  its  light  from  the  sky. 


JUNE  25. 

My  "beloved  is   mine  and  I  am  his  ;  He   feedeth  among 
the  lilies. — Solomon's  Sonq  ii.  16. 

Oh  Thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight, 
On  whom  in  affliction,  I  call ; 


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My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 

My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 
Where    dost    thou    at    noontide    resort   with    thy 
sheep, 

To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ? 
Say,  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 

Or,  alone  in  the  wilderness,  rove  ? 


JUNE   26. 

i 

I  have  satiated  the  weary  soul,  and  I  have  replenished 
every  sorrowful  soul. — Jer.  zxxi.  25. 

In  the  tempest  of  life,  when   the    wave    and   the 

gale 
Are  around  and  above,  if  thy  footing  should  fail, 
if  thine   eye   should    grow  dim,   and    thy  caution 

depart, 
■  Look    aloft,"    and    be  firm,   and   be   fearless   of 

heart. 


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JUNE  27. 

Unto  you   therefore  which  "believe  He   is  precious. 

1  Peter  ii.  7. 

If  asked  what  of  Jesus  T  think, 

Though  still  my  best  thoughts  are  but  poor, 
I  say,  "  He  's  my  meat  and  my  drink," 

My  life,  and  my  strength,  and  my  store, 
My  shepherd,  my  husband,  my  friend, 

My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrall ; 
My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 

My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  all. 


JUNE  28. 

There  is,  therefore,  now,  no  condemna^icn  bo  t"Hem 
which  are  in  Christ  Jesus,  who  walk  n.^t  af+er  th  ties/i, 
out  after  the  Spirit. — Romans  viii.  1. 

Begone,  unbelief! 

My  Saviour  is  near  ; 
And,  for  my  relief, 

Will  surely  appear. 


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By  prayer  let  me  wrestle, 

And  He  will  perform  ; 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel 

I  smile  at  the  storm. 

His  love  in  time  past, 

Forbids  me  to  think, 
He  '11  leave  me  at  last 

In  trouble  to  sink. 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer 

I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  His  good  pleasure 

To  help  me  quite  through. 


JUNE   29. 

For  all  flesh  is  as  grass,  and  all  the  glory  of  man  as  the 
flower  of  the  grass.  The  gTass  -wither eth  and  the  flower 
thereof  falleth  away  ;  hut  the  word  of  the  Lord  endur- 
eth  forever  — 1  Peter  i.  24,  25. 

Should    they    who    are    dearest,  the  child  of  thy 

heart, 
The  friend  of  thy  bosom,  in  sorrow  depart ; 


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"  Look  aloft,"  from  the  darkness  and  dust  of  the 

tomb, 
To  that  soil  where  affection  is  ever  in  bloom. 

If  the  friend  who,  embraced  in  prosperity's  glow, 
With    a    smile    for  each  joy,  and  a  tear  for  each 

woe, 
Should  betray  thee  when  sorrows   like  clouds  are 

arrayed, 
"Look  aloft,"  to  the  friendship  which  never  shall 

fade. 

JUNE     30. 

Why  art  thou  cast  down,  O  my  soul  ?  and  why  art 
thou  disquieted  in  me  ?  hope  thou  in  God,  for  I  shall 
yet  praise  Him  for  the  help  of  his  countenance. — Psalm 
xlii.  5. 

Be  still,  my  heart — these  anxious  cares 
To  thee  are  burdens,  thorns  and  snares — 
They  cast  dishonor  on  thy  Lord, 
And  contradict  his  gracious  word. 
Did  ever  trouble  yet  befall, 
And  He  refuse  to  hear  thy  call  ? 


HOUSE    OF    M7    PILGRIMAGE.  159 

And  has  He  not  his  promise  past, 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last  ? 

NEWTON. 

JUNE  31. 

Hear  my  cry,  O  God  !  attend  unto  my  prayer  ;  for  thou 
hast  been  a  shelter  for  me. — Psalm  lxi.  1,  3. 

Dear  Lord,  accept  a  sinful  heart, 

Which,  of  itself,  complains, 

And  mourns,  with  much  and  frequent  smart, 

The  evil  it  contains. 

Oh,  cleanse  me  in  a  Saviour's  blood, 

Transform  me  by  thy  power  ; 

Oh,  make  me  thy  beloved  abode, 

And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

COWPKK. 

JULY  1. 

And  confessed  they  were  strangers  and  pilgrims  on  th« 
earth. — Heb.  xi.  13. 

At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home, 
Toiling,  I  cry,  "  Sweet  Spirit,  come  ! 


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Celestial  breeze,  no  longer  stay, 

But  swell  my  sails  and  speed  my  way." 

Fain  would  I  mount,  fain  would  I  glow, 

And  loose  my  cable  from  below  ; 

But  I  can  only  spread  my  sail, 

Thou — thou  must  breathe  the  auspicious  gale. 


JULY   2. 

Whilst  ¥e  are  at  home  in  the  "body,  we  are  absent  from 
the  Lord. — 2  Cor.  v.  6. 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  complaints, 
How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with  saints ; 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there  's  room, 
And  feel,  in  the  presence  of  Jesus,  at  home. 

I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 

Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with  Thee, 

Though    now    my   temptations    like    billows    may 

foam, 
All,   all  will   be   peace  when  I  'm  with  Thee   at 

home. 


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JULY  3. 

For   yet  a  little   -while,   and  He  that   shall   come,  will 
ccme,  and  will  not  tarry. — Heb.  x.  37. 

There  is  a  mourner,  and  her  heart  is  broken, 
She  is  a  widow — she  is  old  and  poor  : 

Her  only  hope  is  in  that  sacred  token 
Of  peaceful  happiness  when  life  is  o'er. 

But  Faith  can  see  a  new  world,  and  the  eyes 
Of  saints  look  pity  on  her  ;  death  will  come — 
A  few  short  moments  over,  and  the  prize 
Of  peace  eternal  waits  her,  and  the  tomb 
Becomes  her  fondest  pillow. 

PEEC1TAL. 


JULY  4. 

They  heard  a  voice  from  heaven,  saying,  Come   up 
hither. — R*r.  xi.  12. 

'T  was  thus  at  twilight's  hallowed  hour, 
The  angel's  lay  came  down, 
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Like  dews  upon  the  sick'ning  flower 
When  droughts  of  summer  frown  : 

How  sweet  upon  the  ambient  air 
Swelled  out  their  music  free  ! 

Oh,  when  the  pangs  of  death  I  bear, 
Sing  ye  that  song  to  me. 


JULY  5. 

And  when  He  had  sent  the  multitude  away,  He  went 
up  into  a  mountain  apart  to  pray  ;  and  when  evening 
was  come,  He  was  there  alone  — Matt.  xiv.  23 

"  One    hour   with    Thee,  my  God !"  when   sunset 
glows, 
In  golden  splendor  upon  lake  and  hill  ; 
"  One  hour  with  Thee,  my  God  !"    when  twilight 
throws 
Her  silver  shadow  over  lawn  and  rill. 

Fain  wTould  I  send  the  multitude  away — 
Like  Jesus  seek  the  mountain's  solitude  ; 

There  would  I  sing  His  love — there  kneel  and  pray, 
And  feast  my  starving  soul  on  angel's  food. 


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JULY  6. 

~h^u  tell*0l  rn/  vande rings  ;    put  thou  my  tears  into 
tt'j  bottle  :   ?je  they  not  in  thy  "book  ? — Ps.  lvi.  8. 

When  from  the  "  new  and  living  way," 
My  erring  footsteps  heedless  stray, 
Thine  eye  beholds  my  wandering  steps, 
Thy  book  the  fearful  record  keeps. 
But  when  all-tearful  I  return, 
And  all  my  devious  ways  I  mourn, 
Oh,  may  those  tears  recorded  too, 
Hide  the  sad  record  from  thy  view. 


JULY  7. 

Thou  shalt  guide  me  "by  thy  counsel,  and  afterward  re- 
ceive me  to  glory. — Ps.  lxxiii  24. 

Sweet  promise  made  to  pilgrims  here, 
Who  fearful  tread  this  wilderness  ; 

Where'er  we  roam  our  guide  is  near, 
To  point  us  to  the  path  of  peace. 


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When  all  this  troubled  dream  is  o'er, 
And  earth  is  fleeing  from  my  sight, 

Oh,  Saviour,  guide  me  to  that  shore. 

Where  grief  and  pain  are  known  no  more  ; 
Where  day  is  never  dimmed  by  night. 


JULY  8. 

For  whom  the  Lord  loveth  he  chasteneth,  and  scourgetb 
every  son  whom  he  receiveth. — Heb.  xii.  6. 

Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take, 
The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 

Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  Him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 

He  hides  a  smiling  face. 


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JULY  9. 

I  will  never  leave  thee  nor  forsake  thee. — Heb.  xiii.  5. 

Though  rough  and  thorny  be  the  road, 
It  leads  rne  home  apace  to  God  ; 
Then  count  thy  present  trials  small, 
For  heaven  will  make  amends  for  all. 

He  who  has  helped  me  hitherto, 
Will  help  me  all  my  journey  through ; 
And  give  me  daily  cause  to  raise 
New  Ebenezers  to  his  praise. 

JULY  10. 

When  Jesus  had  spoken  these  words,  he  went  forth 
with  his  disciples  over  the  "brook  Cedron,  where  was  a 
garden,  into  the  which  he  entered,  and  his  disciples. — 
John  xviii.  1. 

The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 
With  prayer  and  praise  agree, 


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And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  Thee. 

There,  if  thy  spirit  touch  the  soul, 
And  grace  her  mean  abode, 

Oh,  with  what  peaee,  and  joy,  and  love. 
She  communes  with  her  God. 

Thus,  like  the  Nightingale  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays, 
Nor  asks  a  witness  to  her  song, 

Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 


JULY  11. 

For  I  delight  in  the  law  of  G-od,  after  the  inward  man  ; 
but  I  see  another  law  in  my  members  warring  against 
the  law  of  my  mind,  and  bringing  me  into  captivity  to 
the  law  of  sin  which  is  in  my  members. — Romans  vii.  22, 
23. 

Strange  and  mysterious  is  my  life, 

What  opposites  I  feel  within  ! 
A  stable  peace,  a  constant  strife  ; 

The  rule  of  grace,  the  power  of  sin : 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE.  16; 

Too  often  I  am  captive  led, 
Yet  daily  triumph  in  my  head. 

I  prize  the  privilege  of  prayer, 

But  oh,  what  backwardness  to  pray  ! 

Though  on  the  Lord  I  cast  my  care, 
I  feel  its  burden  every  day  ; — 

I  seek  His  will  in  all  I  do. 

Yet  find  my  own  is  working  too. 

I  love  the  holy  day  of  rest, 

When  Jesus  meets  his  gathered  saints  : 
Sweet  day,  of  all  the  week  the  best, 

For  its  return  my  spirit  pants  ; 
Yet  often  through  my  unbelief, 
It  proves  a  day  of  guilt  and  grief. 

Thus  difF'rent  powers  within  me  strive, 
And  grace  and  sin  by  turns  prevail ; 

I  grieve,  rejoice,  decline,  revive, 

And  victory  hangs  in  doubtful  scale  : 

But  Jesus  has  his  promise  passed, 

That  grace  shall  overome  at  last. 

NEWTON, 


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SONGS    IN    THE 


JULY   12. 

And  the  ransomed  of  the  Lord  shall  return  and  come 
to    Zion   -with   songs    and    <:  /    joy   upon    their 

heads  :   they  shall  obtain  ^oy  and  gladness,    and  sorrow 
and  5-  llfl.ee  away. — Isaiah  xxxv.  10. 

The  ransomed  of  God  shall  return  to  him, 
With  a  chorus  of  joy  to  an  angel's  lay  ; 

With  a  tear  of  grief  shall  no  eye  be  dim, 
For  sorrow  and  sighing  shall  flee  away. 

Oh,  then  lift  the  hands  that  are  hanging  down, 

And  arouse  thy  fainting  frame  ; 
Pilgrim,  for  thee  there  's  a  glorious  crown, 

And  recorded  on  high  is  thv  name. 


JULY  13. 


Out  of  the  c  -  I  cried  unto  Thee,  O  Lord. 

Fsalu  cxxx    1. 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky  : 


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Out  of  the  depths  to  Thee  I  call ; 

My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

0  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 
And  guide  and  guard  me  through  the  storm : 
Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill ; 
Control  the  waves — say,  Peace,  be  still. 

Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 
My  soul  still  hangs  her  hope  on  Thee ; 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 


JULY  14. 

My  sojal  thirsteth  for  God,  for  the  living  God. 
Psalm  xlii.  2. 

I  thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did, 

The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share  ; 

Thy  wounds,  Emmanuel,  all  forbid 

That  I  should  seek  my  pleasures  there. 

It  was  the  sight  of  thy  dear  cross 

First  weaned  my  soul  from  earthly  things ; 


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And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross, 
The  mirth  of  fools,  and  pomp  of  kings. 

I  want  that  grace  that  springs  from  Thee, 
That  quickens  all  things  where  it  flows, 

And  makes  a  wretched  thorn  like  me 
Bloom  as  the  myrtle  and  the  rose. 


JULY     15. 

Casting  all  your  care  upon  Him  who  careth  for  you 
1  Peter  v.  7. 

11  Simply  follow  as  I  lead, 
Do  not  reason,  but  believe ; 

Call  on  me  in  time  of  need, 
Thou  shalt  surely  help  receive.,, 

Lord,  I  would,  I  do  submit, 
Gladly  yield  my  all  to  Thee  ; 

What  thy  wisdom  seems  most  fit, 
Must  be  surely  best  for  me. 


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Only  where  the  way  is  rough, 

And  the  coward  flesh  would  start, 

Let  thy  promise  and  thy  love 
Cheer  and  animate  my  heart. 


JULY  16. 

Lover  and  friend  thou  hast  put  far  from  me,  and  mine 
acquaintance  into  darkness. — Psalm  lxxx.  18. 

It  is  not  that  my  lot  is  low, 
That  bids  the  silent  tear  to  flow  ; 
It  is  not  grief  that  bids  me  moan, 
It  is  that  I  am  all  alone. 

The  woods  and  winds,  with  sudden  wail, 
Tell  all  the  same,  unvaried  tale  ; 
I  've  none  to  smile  when  I  am  free, 
And  when  I  sigh,  to  sigh  with  me. 

Yet  in  my  dreams  a  form  I  view, 
That  thinks  on  me  and  loves  me  too  ; 
I  start — and  when  the  vision's  flown — 
I  weep  that  I  am  all  alone  ! 


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JULY   17. 

He  knoweth  our   frame:  He  re  member  eth  that  we  are 
dust. — Psalm  ciii.  14. 

Much  did  she  suffer  ;  but  if  any  friend, 
Beholding  her  condition,  at  the  sight 
Gave  way  to  words  of  pity  or  complaint, 
She  stilled  them.     *     *     *     *     • 
He  who  afflicts  me  knows  what 
I  can  bear. 


JULY  18. 

When  my  father  and  my  mother  forsake  me,  the  Lord 
will  take  me  up. — Psalm  xxvii.  10. 

But  art  thou  thus  indeed  alone, 
Quite  unbefriended — all  unknown  ? 
And  hast  thou  then  His  love  forgot, 
Who  formed  thy  frame,  and  fixed  thy  lot  ? 

Is  not  His  voice  in  evening's  gale  ; 
Beams  not  with  Him  the  stars  so  pale  ; 


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Is  there  a  leaf  can  fade  or  die, 
Unnoticed  by  His  watchful  eye  ? 

Each  fluttering  hope,  each  anxious  fear, 
Each  lowly  sigh,  each  silent  tear, 
To  thine  almighty  friend  is  known, 
And  say'st  thou,  thou  art  all  alone  ? 


JULY  19. 

If  we  "believe  that  Jesus  died  and  rose  again,  even  so 
them  also  which  sleep  in  Jesus,  will  God  "bring  with  him. 
— 1  Thess.  iv.  14. 

Behold  the  bed  of  death, 

This  pale  and  lovely  clay  ! 
Heard  ye  the  sobs  of  parting  breath  ? 

Marked  ye  the  eye's  last  ray  ? 
No  ; — life  so  sweetly  ceased  to  be, 
It  lapsed  in  immortality. 

Bury  the  dead,  and  weep 
In  stillnuss  o'er  the  loss  ; 


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Bury  the  dead  : — in  Christ  they  sleep, 

Who  bore  on  earth  the  cross : 
And  from  the  grave  their  dust  shall  rise 
In  His  own  image  to  the  skies. 


JULY  20. 

We  know  that  all  things  work  together  for  good  to 
them  that  love  God,  to  them,  who  are  the  called  accord- 
ing to  His  purpose. — Romans  viii.  28. 

One  adequate  support 
For  the  calamities  of  mortal  life 
Exists, — one  only  ; — an  assured  belief 
That  the  procession  of  our  fate,  howe'er 
Sad  or  disturbed,  is  ordered  by  a  being 
Of  infinite  benevolence  and  power, 
Whose  everlasting  purposes  embrace 
All  accidents,  converting  them  to  good. 
Soul  of  our  souls,  and  safeguard  of  the  world  ! 
Sustain,  Thou  only  canst,  the  sick  of  heart, 
Restore  their  languid  spirits,  and  recall 
Their  lost  affections  unto  Thee  aiid  TLine. 


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JULY  21. 

Thy  -will  "be    done    in  earth   as   it   is   in   heaven 
Matt.  vi.  10. 

It  is  a  short  and  simple  prayer, 

But  't  is  the  Christian's  stay 
Through  every  varied  scene  of  care, 

Until  his  dying  day. 
As  through  the  wilderness  of  life 

Calmly  he  wanders  on, 
His  prayer  in  every  time  of  strife, 

Is  still,  "  Thy  will  be  done." 


JULY   22. 

At  midnight  I  -will  rise  to  give  thanks    unto  Thee,  "be. 
cause  of  thy  righteous  judgments. — Ps.  cxix.  62. 

To  Thee,  all-glorious,  ever-blessed  power, 
I  consecrate  this  silent  midnight  hour ; 
While  solemn  darkness  covers  all  the  sky, 
And  all  things  wrapp'd  in  gentle  slumber  lie, 


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Unwearied  let  me  praise  thy  holy  name, 

And  every  thought  with  gratitude  inflame 

For  the  rich  mercies  which  thy  hands  impart — 

Health  to  my  flesh  and  comfort  to  my  heart. 

Oh,  may  my  prayers  before  thy  throne  arise, 

An  humble  but  accepted  sacrifice ; 

And  when  Thou  shalt  my  weary  eyelids  close, 

And  to  my  body  grant  a  safe  repose, 

May  my  eternal  guardian  kindly  spread 

His  wings,  and  from  the  tempter  screen  my  head 

Grant,  of  celestial  light,  some  piercing  beams 

To  bless  my  sleep,  and  sanctify  my  dreams. 


JULY  23. 


All  thy  •works  shall  praise  Thee,  O  Lord,  and  thy  saints 
shall  bless  Thee.— Ps.  cxlv.  10. 


My  God !    all  nature  owns  thy  sway, 
Thou  giv'st  the  night,  and  Thou  the  day ; 
In  every  scene  Thy  hands  have  dressed, 
In  every  form  by  Thee  impressed, 


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Upon  the  mountain's  awful  head, 

Or  when  the  sheltering  woods  are  spread, 

In  every  note  that  swells  the  gale, 

Or  tuneful  stream  that  cheers  the  vale, 

The  cavern's  depth  or  echoing  grove, 

A  voice  is  heard  of  praise  and  love. 


JULY   24. 

And  they  shall  look  upon  me  whom  they  have  pierced. 
Zechariah  xii.  10. 

Sweet  the  moments — rich  in  blessing — 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ; 

Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  friend. 

Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 
With  my  tears  His  feet  I  '11  bathe ; 

Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 
In  all  need  to  Jesus  go ; 
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Prove  His  wounds  each  day  more  healing, 
And  himself  more  fully  know. 


JULY  25. 

I  must  work  the  "works  of  Him  that  sent  me  -while  it 
is  day ;  the  night  cometh  when  no  man  can  work.— 
John  ix.  4. 

Up,  Christian,  up  !   thy  cares  resign  ; 
The  past,  the  future,  are  not  thine  ; 
Show  forth  to-day  thy  Saviour's  praise, 
Redeem  the  course  of  evil  days  ; 
Life's  shadow,  in  its  lengthening  gloom, 
Points  daily  nearer  to  the  tomb. 


JULY  26. 

Wherefore  take  unto  you  the  whole  amror  of  God,  that 
ye  maybe  able  to  stand  in  the  evil  day. — Eph.  vi.  13. 

There  is  a  battle  to  be  fought, 

An  up-hill  race  to  run  ; 
A  crown  of  glory  to  be  sought, 

A  victory  to  be  won. 


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Oh,  faint  not,  Christian,  for  thy  sighs 

Are  heard  before  His  throne  ; 
The  race  must  come  before  the  prize, 

The  cross  before  the  crown. 


JULY  27. 

Behold,  the  eye  of  the  Lord  is  -upon  them  that  fear  Him , 
upon  them  that  hope  in  His  mercy. — Ps.  xxxiii.  18. 

In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear 

Because  conferred  by  Thee. 

When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 
Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 

Resigned  when  storms  by  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

My  lifted  eye  without  a  tear 

The  low'ring  storm  shall  see ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 

'That  heart  will  rest  on  Thee. 


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JULY   28. 

He  that  hath    a  "bountiful  eye  shall  he  "blessed  ;  for  he 
giveth  of  his  "bread  to  the  poor. — Prov    xxii.  9. 

Wake  thou  that  sleepest  in  enchanted  bowers, 

Lest  these  lost  years  should  haunt  thee  on  the 
night 
When  death  is  waiting  for  thy  numbered  hours, 

To  take  their  swift  and  everlasting  flight ; 
Wake,    ere    the    earthborn    charm    unnerve    thee 
quite, 

And  be  thy  thoughts  to  work  divine  addressed; 
Do  somethin.  — do  it   soon — with  all  thy  might, 

An  angel's  wing  would   droop  if  long  at  rest. 

WILCOX. 


JULY  29. 

God  is  abl<  .ace    aoourid   towards  you, 

that  ye  a'  LL-sufficiency  in  all  thing *,  may 

ahound  tc  k  — 2  Cor   ix.  8. 

Some  high   <  tihle  enterprise  of  good 

Contemphi:       ,11  it  shall  possess  thy  i< 


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Become  thy  study,  pastime,  rest  and  food, 

And  kindle  in  thy  heart  a  flame  refined. 
Pray  heaven  for  firmness  thy  whole  soul  to  bind 

To  this  thy  purpose — to  begin,  pursue, 
With  thoughts  all  fixed,  and  feelings  purely  kind, 
Strength   to    contemplate,  and  with    delight  re- 
view, 
And    grace    to    give    the    praise    where    all    is 
ever  due. 

JULY  30. 

The    righteous    shall   go    away   into   life    eternal 
Matt.  xxv.  46. 

Is  there  no  hand  to  point  me  out  the  place, 

Is  there  no  tongue  to  tell  me  of  the  shore 
Where  I  may  end  this  weary,  mortal  race, 

And  sink  to  rest  when  fitful  life  is  o'er  ? 
Where  shall  I  find  the  path  ?    how  shall  I  trace 

The  way  that  leads  to  peace  for  evermore ; 
My  spirit  folds  her  wings — an  answer  's  given, 

A  hand  points  upward,  and  a  voice  says,  "  heav- 
en." 


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JULY  31. 

An  entrance  shall  "be  ministered  unto  you  abundantly 
into  the  everlasting  kingdom  of  cur  Lord  and  Saviour 
Jesus  Christ. — 2  Peter  i.  11, 

In  vain  do  mortals  sigh  for  bliss, 

Without  their  sins  forgiven  ; 
True  pleasure,  everlasting  peace, 
Are  only  found  in  God's  free  grace, 

There  's  nothing  good  but  heaven. 

And  he  that  walks  life's  thorny  way, 

With  feelings   calm  and  even, 
Whose  path  is  lit  from  day  to  day 
By  virtue's  bright  and  steady  ray, 
Hath  something  felt  of  heaven. 


AUGUST   1. 


Therefore  we  are  always  confident,  knowing  that 
whilst  we  are  at  home  in  the  "body,  we  are  ahsent  from 
the  Lord. — 2  Cor.  v.  6. 

My  home  is  in  Heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here, 
Then  why  should  I  murmur  when  trials  are  near ; 


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Be  hushed  my  dark  spirit,  the  worst  that  can  come 
Put  shortens  my  journey  and  hastens  me  home. 

The  thorn  and  the  thistle  around  me  may  grow, 
I  would  not  recline  upon  roses  helow  ; 
I  ask  not  my  portion,  I  seek  not  a  rest, 
Till  I  find  them  forever  in  Jesus's  breast. 


AUGUST  2. 

There  is  laid  up  for  me  a  crown  of  righteousness, 
•which  the  Lord  the  righteous  judge  shall  give  me  at 
that  day  ;  and  not  to  me  only  hut  to  all  them  also  that 
love  His  appearing. — 2  Tim.  iv.  8. 

Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu ; 

A  nobler  choice  be  mine ; 
A  heavenly  prize  attracts  my  view,  < 

A  treasure  all  divine. 

Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown, 

0  name  divinely  sweet ! 
Jesus,  in  Thee,  in  thee  alone 

True,  wealth  and  honor  meet. 


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AUGUST  3. 

Great  peace  have  they  -which  love  thy  law,  and  nothing 
shall  offend  them. — Psalm  cxix.  165. 

Delusive  world,  farewell ! 

By  grief  and  sin  distressed, 
On  one  delightful  thought  I  dwell 

That  thou  art  not  my  rest ! 

No  longer  canst  thou  fill, 

False  world,  this  peaceful  breast, 

No  more  thy  frowns  my  comforts  kill, 
Since  Jesus  is  my  rest. 


AUGUST   4. 

•  He  shall  feed  his  nock  like  a  shepherd  ;  He  shall 
gather  the  lambs  with  His  arm,  and  carry  them  in  His 
bosom,  and  shall  gently  lead  them  that  are  with  young. 
— Isaiah  xl.  11. 


I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice  ; 

His  watchful  eyes  shall  keep 
My  wandering  soul  among 

The  thousands  of  his  sheep. 


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He  feeds  his  flock,  He  calls  their  names, 
His  bosom  be-.rs  the  tender  lambs. 

Be  Thou  my  counsellor, 

My  pattern  and  my  guide  ; 
And  through  this  desert  land, 

Still  keep  me  near  thy  side : 
0  let  my  feet  ne'er  run  astray, 
Nor  rove,  nor  seek  the  crooked  way. 


AUGUST  5. 

If  ye  keep  my  commandments,  ye  shall  abide  in  my 

love. — JoHir  xv.  10. 

Jesus,  the  life,  the  truth,  the  way, 

In  whom  I  now  believe  ; 
As  taught  by  Thee,  in  faith  I  pray, 

Expecting  to  receive. 

Forgive,  and  make  my  nature  whole  ; 

My  inbred  malady  remove  ; 
To  perfect  health  restore  my  soul, 

To  perfect  holiness  and  love. 


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AUGUST   3. 

All  the  paths  of  the  Lord  are  mercy  and  tTuti.,  unto 
such  as  keep  His  covenant  and  His  testimonies. — Pa. 
xxv.  10. 

Peace  has  unveiled  her  smiling  face, 
And  woos  thy  soul  to  her  embrace  ; 
Enjoyed  with  ease,  if  thou  refrain 
From  earthly  love,  else  sought  in  vain. 
She  dwells  with  all  who  truth  prefer, 
But  seeks  not  them  who  seek  not  her. 


AUGUST   7. 

The  Lord  taketh  pleasure  in  His  people  ;  He  -will  beau- 
tify the  meek  with  his  salvation. — Ps.  cxlix.  4. 

My  Father  knows  my  feeble  frame, 
He  knows  how  poor  a  worm  I  am, 

Untold  he  knows  it  all  : 
The  least  temptation  seems  to  draw 
My  footsteps  from  my  Father's  law 

And  make  me  slide  and  fall. 


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0  Love  divine  !    eternal  source 

Of  good  to  man  !  I  mark  thy  course, 

I  mark  it  with  delight  ; 
To  Bethlehem  I  follow  thee, 
And  there  the  wondrous  babe  I  see, 

A  cheering,  glorious  sight. 


AUGUST  8. 

Happy  is  he  that  hath  the  God  of  Jacoh  for  his  he]p, 
•whose  hope  is  in  the  Lord  his  G-od. — Ps.  cxlvi.  5. 

Thou  who  didst  form  us  with  mysterious  powers, 
Didst  give  a  conscious  soul  and  call  it  ours, 
'T  is  thou  alone  who  know'st  the  strife  within  ; 
Thou  'It  kindly  judge  nor  name  each  weakness  sin. 
Thou  art  not  man  who  only  sees  in  part, 
Yet  deals  unsparing  with  a  brother  heart ; 
For  Thou  look'st  in  upon  the  struggling  throng 
That  war,  the  good  with  ill,  the  weak  with  strong 
And  those  thy  hand  hath  wrought  of  finer  frame, 
When  grief  o'erthrows  the    mind,  Thou    wilt  not 
blame. 


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"It  is  enough!"  Thou 'It  say,  and  pity  show; 
"  Thy  pain,  shall  turn  to  joy,  thou  child  of  woe  . 
Thy  heart  find  rest — thy  dark  mind  clear  away, 


And  thou  sit  in  the  peace  of  heaven's  calm  day. 

DANA. 

AUGUST   9. 

It  is  good  for  me  to  draw  near  to  God. — Ps.  lxxiii.  28. 

The  soul  that  would  to  Jesus  cleave, 

And  hear  his  secret  call, 
Must  ev'ry  fair  pretension  leave, 

And  let  the  Lord  be  all. 
Keep  close  to  me  thou  helpless  sheep, 

The  Shepherd  softly  cries  ; 
Lord,  tell  me  what  't  is  close  to  keep, 

The  listening  sheep  replies. 

Thy  whole  dependence  on  me  fix ; 

Nor  entertain  a  thought. 
Thy  worthless  scheme  with  mine  to  mix, 

But  venture  to  be  naught. 


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Fond  self-direction  is  a  shelf; 

Thy  strength  and  wisdom  flee  : 
When  thou  art  notb'.ig  in  thyself, 

Thou  then  art  ^ic-se  to  me. 


AUGUST   10. 


For  through  Him.  we  "both  have  •_.  ccess  "by  one  Spirit  un 
to  the  Father. — £ph.  ii.  18. 


What  condescension  !    gracious  God, 

In  thee  to  lend  thine  ear, 
To  worms  who  merit  hut  thy  rod, 

And  well  thy  wrath  might  fear. 

Oh,  Father  !    love  is  in  thine  eye 

And  pity  in  thy  baeast, 
Per  grace  thy  suppliants  hourly  cry — 

0  give  the  weary  rest. 


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AUGUST   11. 


Commit  thyworks  unto  tt.a  Lord,   and  thy   thoughts 
shall  be  established. — Phov.  xvi.  3. 


Yield  to  the  Lord  with  simple  heart, 
All  that  thou  hast,  and  all  thou  art ; 
Renounce  all  strength  but  strength  divine, 
And  peace  shall  be  forever  thine  ; 
Behold  the  path,  the  saints  have  trod, 
The  paths  which  led  them  home  to  God. 


AUGUST   12. 


Now,  therefore,  ye  are  nc  more  strangers  and  foreign- 
ers, but  fellow-citizens  ^ith  the  saints,  and  of  the  house- 
hold of  God.—  Eph.  ii.  19. 

Sweet  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  sucst, 
Come  £r  thy  mansion  in  my  breast, 
Dispel  my  doubts,  my  fears  control, 
And  heal  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 


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AUGUST  13. 

Whom  the  Lord  loveth  He   chasteneth,  and  scourgeth 
every  son  whom  He  receiveth. — Heb.  xii.  6. 

Whate'er  thy  lot,  where'er  thou  be, 

Confess  thy  folly,  kiss  the  rod  ; 
And  in  thy  chast'ning  sorrows  see 

The  hand  of  God. 

A  bruised  reed  he  will  not  break, 
Afflictions  all  his  children  feel  ; 
He  wounds  them  for  His  mercy's  sake, 
He  wounds  to  heal. 


AUGUST  14. 

They  desire  a  "better  country,  that  is  an  heavenly  ; 
wherefore,  God  is  not  ashamed  to  he  called  their  G-od, 
for  he  hath  prepared  for  them  a  city. — Heb.  xi.  16. 

Now,  traveller  in  the  vale  of  tears  ! 

To  realms  of  everlasting  light, 
Through  time's  dark  wilderness  of  years 
Pursue  thy  flight. 


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There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep, 

A  rest  for  weary  pilgrims  found; 
And  while  the  mouldering  ashes  sleep 

Low  in  the  ground, 

The  soul,  of  origin  divine, 

God's  glorious  image  freed  from  clay, 
In  heaven's  eternal  sphere  shall  shine 
A  star  of  day  ! 


AUGUST  15. 

G-od  so  loved  the  world  that  He  gave  hiB  only-begot- 
ten Son,  that  whosoever  "believeth  in  Him  should  not 
perish,  hut  have  everlasting  life. — John  iii.  16. 

Oh  how  unlike  the  complex  works  of  man, 
Heaven's  easy,  artless,  unincumbered  plan  ! 
No  meretricious  graces  to  beguile, 
No  clustering  ornaments  to  clog  the  pile  : 
From  ostentation  as  from  weakness  free, 
It  stands  like  the  cerulean  arch  we  see, 
Majestic  in  its  own  simplicity. 


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Inscribed  above  the  portal,  from  afar 
Conspicuous  as  the  brightness  of  a  star, 
Legible  only  by  the  light  they  give, 
Stand  the  soul-quickening  words — Believe  and  live  ! 

(XTWPER. 

AUGUST  16. 

Put  on  the  whole  armor  of  God,  that  ye  may  "be  aole  to 
stand  against  the  wiles  of  the  devil.— Eph.  vi.  11. 

Jesus  my  king  proclaims  the  war  ; 
Awake,  the  powers  of  hell  are  near  ! 
"  To  arms,  to  arms  !"  I  hear  him  cry, 
"  'Tis  yours  to  conquer  or  to  die." 

Roused  by  the  animating  sound, 
I  cast  my  eager  eyes  around  ; 
Make  haste  to  gird  my  armor  on, 
And  bid  each  trembling  fear  begone. 

Hope  is  my  helmet,  faith  my  shield, 
The  word  of  God  the  sword  I  wield  : 
With  sacred  truth  my  loins  are  girt, 
And  holy  zeal  inspires  my  heart. 
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AUGUST  17. 

For  we  wrestle  not  against  flesh  and  Mood,  but  against 
principalities,  against  powers,  against  the  rulers  of  the 
darkness  of  this -world,  against  spiritual  wickedness  in 
high  places. — Eph.  vi.  12. 

Stand  up,  ray  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 

And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on, 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  Jesus  thy  great  captain 's  gone. 

Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 
But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes  ; 

Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 


AUGUST  18. 

While  we  look  not    at  the  things  which  are  seen,  but 
at  the  thin£  re  not  seen:   for  the  things  which 

are   seen  are  temporal  ;  but  the  things  which  are  not 
seen  are  eternal. — 2  Cor.  iv.  18. 

No  longer  I  follow  a  sound, 
No  longer  a  dream  I  pursue  ; 


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0  happiness,  not  to  be  found  ! 
Unattainable  treasure,  adieu  ! 

1  have  sought  thee  in  splendor  and  dress, 
In  the  regions  of  pleasure  and  taste  ; 

I  have  sought  thee,  and  seemed  to  possess, 
But  have  proved  thee  a  vision  at  last. 

An  humble  ambition  and  hope 

The  voice  of  true  wisdom  inspires  : 

'T  is  sufficient,  if  peace  be  the  scope, 
And  the  summit  of  all  our  desires. 

COWPER, 


AUGUST  19. 


I  shall  "be  satisfied  -when  I  awake  with  thy  likeness. 

Psalli  xvii.  15. 


To  Jesus  the  crown  of  my  hope, 
My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone  ; 

0  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 

And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne. 


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My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love  ; 

Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore  ; 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 

All  glory,  dominion,  and  power ; 

Dissolve  Thou  these  bonds  that  detain 
My  soul  from  her  portion  in  Thee  ; 

Ah  !  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 
And  make  me  eternally  free. 

COWPER, 

AUGUST   20. 

For  he  maketh  sore,  and  "bindeth  up  ;  He  woundeth  and 
his  hands  make  whole. — Job  v.  18. 

In  trouble  and  in  grief,  0  God, 
Thy  smile  hath  cheered  my  way  ; 

And  joy  hath  budded  from  each  thorn 
That  round  my  footsteps  lay. 

The  oak  strikes  deeper,  as  its  boughs 

By  furious  blasts  are  driven  : 
So  life's  vicissitudes  the  more 

Have  fixed  my  heart  in  heaven. 


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AUGUST  21. 

Be  content  with  such,  things  as  ye  have. — Heb.  xiii.  5. 

Turn,  Pilgrim,  turn  :  thy  cares  forego ; 

All  earth-born  cares  are  wrong, 
Man  wants  but  little  here  below  ; 

Nor  wants  that  little  long. 

AUGUST  22. 

We  know  that  if  our  earthly  house  of  this  taoernacle 
were  dissolved,  we  have  a  "building  of  G-od,  a  house  not 
made  with  hands,  eternal  in  the  heavens  — 2  Cor.  v.  1. 

There  is  my  house,  my  portion  fair; 
My  kindred  and  my  friends  are  there, 

And  my  abiding  home  : 
For  me,  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
And  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come. 


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AUGUST  23. 

For  I  knov  him,  that  he  will  command  his  children 
and  his  household  after  him,  and  they  shall  keep  the 
way  of  the  Lord,  to  do  justice  and  judgment,  that  the 
Lord  may  "bring  upon  Abraham  that  which  he  hath 
spoken  of  him. — Genesis  xviii  19. 

How  large  the  promise,  how  divine, 

To  Abraham  and  his  seed  ! 
"  I  '11  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 

Supplying  all  their  need." 

Our  God  !    how  faithful  are  his  ways  ! 

His  love  endures  the  same  ; 
Nor  from  the  promise  of  his  grace, 

Blots  out  the  children's  name. 


AUGUST   24. 

Be  not  deceived  ;  God  is  not  mocked  ;  for  whatsoever  a 
man  soweth,  that  shall  he  also  reap. — Gal.  vi.  7. 

Oh  sow  not  to  the  flesh,  for  soon 
This  body  must  decay, 


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But  cast  thy  seed  where  it  will  spring 
Up  into  endless  day. 

Be  diligent,  for  life  is  short, 

Seed-time  will  soon  be  o'er, 
So  sow  that  ye  may  gather  in 

Your  sheaves  on  Canaan's  shore. 


AUGUST  25. 

That  I  might  rest  in  the  day  of  troTihle. — Hsb.  iii.  16. 

Oh  had  I  wings  like  yonder  bird, 
That  soars  above  its  downy  nest, 

I  'd  fly  away  unseen,  unheard, 

Where  I  might  be  for  aye  at  rest. 

I  'd  fly — but  not  to  scenes  below, 

Though  ripe  with  every  promised  bliss  ; 

For  what 's  the  world  ? — a  garnished  show — 
A  decorated  wilderness. 


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There  would  I  rest  beneath  that  throne, 
Whose  glorious  circle  gilds  the  sky  ; 

Where  sits  Jehovah,  who  alone 

Can  wipe  the  mourner's  weeping  eye. 

vteol 


AUGUST  26. 

Thy  will  be  done. — Matt.  vi.  10. 

Mourners,  who  linger  in  a  world  of  woe, 

Each  bowing  'neath  his  separate  load  of  grief, 
Turn  from  the  silent  tomb,  and,  kneeling  low 
Before  that  throne  at  which  the  angels  bow, 
Invoke  a  God  of  mercy  for  relief ! 

Pray  that  ye  too  may  journey,  when  ye  die, 

To  that  far  world  where  blessed  souls  are  gone, 
And,  through  the  gathering  sob  of  agony, 
Raise,  with  a  voice  resigned,  the  humble  cry, 
"  Father — Creator — Lord — thy  will  be  done  !" 

NORTON. 


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AUGUST   27. 

Ho,  every  one  that  thirsteth,  come  ye  to  the  waters. 
Isaiah  lv.  1. 

Come  to  the  waters  !  though  thy  heart  be  gushing 
With  childhood's  spirits  unrepressed  by  pain, 

And  the  fresh  tide  of  life  be  freely  rushing, 

Like  mountain  streamlets,  through  the   youthful 
vein. 

Come  to  the  waters  !  though  life's  path  be  dreary, 
And  earth's  allurements  no  delight  can  give  ; 

Lay  down  thy  burden,  traveller  worn  and  weary, 
Lay  down  the  oppressive  burden,  drink  and  live ! 


AUGUST  28. 

There  is  a  friend  that  3tic!k:eth  closer  than  a  "brother. 
Proverbs  xviii.  24. 

If  wounded  love  my  bosom  swell, 
Despised  by  those  I  prized  too  well ; 


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He  shall  his  pitying  aid  bestow, 
Who  felt  on  earth  severer  woe; 
At  once  betrayed,  denied,  or  fled, 
By  those  who  shared  his  daily  bread. 

GRANT 

AUGUST  29. 

Looting  unto  Jesus. — Heb.  xii.  2. 

0  thou  who  art  our  life  ! 

Be  with  us  through  the  strife  ; 
Was  not  thy  head  by  earth's  fierce  tempests  bowed  ? 

Raise  Thou  our  eyes  above, 

To  see  a  Father's  love 
Beam,  like  the  bow  of  promise,  through  the  cloud. 

AUGUST  30. 

For  consider  Him  that  endured  such  contradiction  of 
sinners  against  himself,  lest  ye  he  wearied  and  faint  in 
your  minds. — Heb.  xii.  3. 

It  was  no  path  of  flowers 
Through  this  dark  world  of  ours, 
Beloved  of  the  Father,  thou  didst  tread  : 


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And  shall  we,  in  dismay, 
Shrink  from  the  narrow  way, 
When  clouds  and  darkness  are  around  it  spread  ? 


AUGUST  31. 

Thine    eyes    shall    see    the    King   in    his    "beauty. 
Isaiah  xxxiii.  17. 

Its  walls  are  built  of  precious  stones, 
Its  streets  are  laid  with  purest  gold, 

And  all  the  splendors  of  their  King, 
Its  blest  inhabitants  behold. 

'T  is  there  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
In  rich  effulgence  cloudless  shine, 

And  burning  seraphs  humbly  sing, 
His  greatness  and  His  grace  divine. 

There  He  displays  His  matchless  love 
To  those  once  purchased  by  his  blood, 

Their  likeness  still  He  deigns  to  wear, 
Their  "  elder  brother"  and  their  God. 


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SEPTEMBER  1. 

The    harvest   is   past   and   the    summer  is    ended. 
Jeremiah  viii.  20. 

Thus  when  the  last,  the  closing  hour  draws  nigh, 
And  earth  recedes  before  my  swimming  eye  ; 
When  trembling  on  the  doubtful  edge  of  fate 
I  stand,  and  stretch  my  view  to  either  state ; 
Teach  me  to  quit  this  transitory  scene, 
With  decent  triumph  and  a  look  serene  ; 
Teach  me  to  fix  my  ardent  hopes  on  high, 
And,  having  lived  to  thee,  ivith  thee  to  die. 

BARBAULD. 


SEPTEMBER  2. 

For  now  we  see  through  a  glass  darkly,  hut  then  face 
to  face  ;  now  we  know  in  part,  hut  then  shall  we  know 
even  as  also  we  are  known. — 1  Cor.  xiii.  13. 

Sweet  visions  these  which  cheer  our  way, 
And  lead  our  weary  spirits  on, 


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Like  sunbeams  in  a  wintry  day, 
So  bright,  so  beautiful  are  they, 
But  oh  !    so  quickly  gone. 

But  faith  shall  shortly  yield  to  sight, 

And  we  shall  gain  that  pleasant  land, 
Shall  tread  those  boundless  fields  of  light, 
Drink  of  that  stream  of  pure  delight, 
And  near  our  Saviour  stand. 


SEPTEMBER  3. 

He  hath  poured  out  His  soul  unto  death  ;  and  He  vraa 
numhered  with  the  transgressors,  and  He  hare  the  sin 
of  many,  and  made  intercession  for  the  transgressors. 
—Isaiah  liii.  12. 

'T  is  midnight — and  from  all  removed, 
Immanuel  wrestles  lone  with  fears, 

E'en  the  disciple  that  He  loved, 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears, 

JTis  midnight — and  for  others'  guilt, 
The  man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood, 


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Yet  He  who  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 
Is  not  forsaken  by  His  Lord. 

'T  is  midnight — and  from  ether  plains 
Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know, 

Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains, 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe. 


SEPTEMBER  4. 

Continuing  instant  in  prayer. — Romans  xii.  12. 

I  find  myself  a  feeble  worm, 

With  ills  encircled  round, 
And  from  the  frequent  gathering  storm 

No  sheltering  spot  is  found, 
Until  I  reach  the  place  of  prayer 
And  find  my  safety  centred  there. 

Temptations  rise  on  every  side, 

Around,  without,  within — 
And  oft  my  treacherous  steps  would  slide 

Into  the  paths  of  sin  ; 


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But  that  I  find  the  power  of  prayer, 
To  keep  my  feet  from  every  snare. 

Oft  as  before  His  throne  I  bend, 

So  holy  and  so  high, 
I  think, — and  will  He  condescend 

To  hear  my  humble  cry  ? 
But  as  my  soul  ascends  in  prayer, 
I  find  I  am — I  am  his  care. 

Oh  !   let  me  live  to  praise  and  pray, 
All  the  short  hours  that  I  may  live, 

Still  giving  back  to  God  each  day, 
That  which  He  kindly  deigns  to  give ; 

Each  day,  each  hour,  pass  on  in  prayer, 

Till  heaven  is  mine,  and  I  am  there. 


SEPTEMBER  J5. 

Ail  the   days  of  my  appointed  time  will  I  wait,  till  my 
change  come. — Job  xiv.  14. 

Be  still,  my  longing  soul,  be  still, 
Nor  suffer  one  impatient  thought. 


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Prefer,  prefer  the  holy  will, 

Of  Him  who  all  thy  blessings  bought. 

Yes,  bought  them  with  His  precious  blood, 
And  gave  thy  glorious  hope  to  thee, 

An  anchor  in  thy  weariness, 
A  pledge  of  blest  eternity. 

Wait,  humbly  wait,  until  His  voice, 
Shall  gently  bid  thee  "  Upward  come, 

Thy  work  is  done,  thy  victory  won, 
And  sister  spirits  waft  thee  home." 


SEPTEMBER   6. 

Oh,  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  excellent  is  thy  name   in 
the  earth  — Psalm  viii.  1. 

Above,  around,  on  every  hand, 

We  meet  the  tokens  of  Thy  grace, 

And  hear  the  whisperings  of  thy  love 
And  mercy  to  our  fallen  race. 

Father !  help  us  with  humble  hearts, 
Thyself  in  all  thy  works  to  see, 


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And  with  adoring  gratitude 

Devote  our  souls,  our  all  to  Thee. 


SEPTEMBER  7. 

Having  food  and  raiment  let  us  "be  therewith  content. 
1  Timothy  vi.  8. 

If  the  Lord  should  to  me,  in  his  purposes  wise, 
Deny  what  to  others  he  largely  supplies  ; 
If  his  hand  should  be  open  or  shut,  be  it  mine 
To  mark  with  contentment  his  gracious  design. 

How  faithful  was  Paul  unto  death  !  yet  to  him 
The  cup  of  life's  evils  was  full  to  the  brim  : 
No  sigh  for  more  comfort — no  murmur  he  vented, 
But  with  food  and  with   raiment  he   rested    con- 
tented. 

And  shall  I,  who  have  far  more  than  he  had  in 

store, 
Go  sighing,  repining,  and  wishing  for  more  ? 
Oh  1  no,  let  me  nothing  so  earnestly  crave, 
As  a  sanctified  use  of  the  blessings  I  have. 
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SEPTEMBER  8. 

Who  hath  abolished  death,   and  "brought  life    and   im- 
mortality to  light  through  the  gospel. — 2  Tim.  i.  10. 


And  darkness  and  doubt  are  now  flying  away, 

No  longer  I  roam  in  conjecture  forlorn, 
So  breaks  on  the  traveller  faint  and  astray, 

The  bright  and  the  balmy  effulgence  of  morn. 
See  truth,  love,  and  mercy  in  triumph  descending, 

And  Nature  all  glowing  in  Eden's  first  bloom, 
On  the  cold  cheek  of  death  smiles    and  roses    are 
blending 

And  beauty  immortal  awakes  from  the  tomb. 


SEPTEMBER   9. 

That  they  all  may  he  one  ;  as  thou,  Father,  art  in  ( 
and  I  in  Thee,  that  they  also  may  he  one  in  us  ;  that  the 
"world   may   believe    that   Thou    hast    sent   me. — Job 
xvii.  21. 

Yet  are  they  not  one  body  !     Skeptic,  learn, 
Divided  though  they  be, 


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Still  with  one  spirit  all  the  pious  burn, 

As  one  they  bend  the  knee 
To  God  in  Christ,  one  hope  divine  is  theirs, 
Oh  !  there  is  unity  in  good  men's  prayers. 

For  the  one  church  is  not  the  aggregate 

Of  churches  or  of  sects, 
But  of  the  faithful  those  whose  happy  state 

Each  with  the  Head  connects. 
Oh  !  come  the  day  when  every  sect  shall  fall, 
And  Christ,  the  living  Head,  be  all  in  all. 


SEPTEMBER  10. 

The  time  is  short. — 1  Cor.  vii.  29. 

Soon  shall  the  dream  of  life  be  o'er, 

Soon  shalt  thou  triumph  o'er  the  tomb, 

And  stand  delighted  on  the  shore 

Where  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom. 

There,  like  a  glittering  star  on  high, 
All  pure  and  bright  thy  soul  shall  shine, 


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And  'midst  the  glories  of  the  sky 
Proclaim  the  power  of  grace  divine. 


SEPTEMBER  11. 

And  now  abideth  faith,  hope,  charity  ;  these  three,  hut 
the  greatest  of  these  is  charity. — 1  Cor.  aciii.  13. 

Spirit  of  love  !    thou  heavenly  guest  I 

Make  thy  abode  with  me, 
And  let  me  feel  that  all  my  breast 

Is  filled  with  charity  ; 
Be  ever  mine  the  inward  glow 
"Which  prompts  the  pitying  tear  to  flow. 

Should  heaven  be  pleased  to  bless  my  store, 

And  let  me  spread  the  feast  ; 
Unbar  my  heart,  unbar  my  door, 

To  feed  the  hungry  guest ; 
Nor  bid  the  gay  and  thoughtless  train, 
That  they  in  turn  bid  me  again. 

But  if  for  bread  through  every  day, 
Of  all  life's  painful  road, 


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'T  is  mine  to  toil  as  well  as  pray, 

In  poverty's  abode  : 
To  charity's  sweet  spirit  true, 
I'll  wish  the  good  I  cannot  do. 

Oh  !  loveliest  of  the  lovely  three 

That  lead  us  to  the  throne  ! 
Where  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  to  be 

And  thou  shalt  shine  alone  ; 
That  I  may  fitting  guest  appear, 
Fill  me  with  all  thy  fulness  here. 


SEPTEMBER  12. 

Thou  shalt  teach  them  diligently  unto  thy  children, 
and  shalt  talk  of  them  when  thou  sittest  in  thine  house, 
and  when  thou  walkest  "by  the  way,  and  when  thou 
liest  down,  and  when  thou  risest  up. — D.eut.  vi.  7. 

For  who  may  scan  what  holy  seed 

In  infant  hearts  is  sown, 
Until  that  awful  book  they  read 

Before  the  Judge's  throne. 


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Which  spreading  wide,  a  flaming  scroll, 
When  skies  and  seas  depart, 

Unfolds  each  secret  of  the  soul, 
And  crowns  the  pure  in  heart. 


SEPTEMBER  13. 

Darkness  shall  cover  the  earth,  hut  the  Lord  shall  arise 
upon  thee,  and  His  glory  shall  he  seen  upon  thee.— • 
Isaiah  lx.  2. 

Each  summer  morning  clear  and  fair 
To  me  a  beauteous  emblem  seems, 

Of  that  long-promised  day  when  Truth 
Shall  gild  creation  with  its  beams, 

When  gospel  light  o'er  earth  shall  spread, 

And  wake  from  sin's  deep  sleep,  the  dead. 

Haste,  glorious  day,  thy  coming  haste, 
Earth's  fearful  darkness  quick  dispel, 

E'en  now  thine  early  beams  we  trace, 
And  soon  the  angel's  song  will  tell 

Of  Love's  bright  banner  all  unfurled 

O'er  this  redeemed,  rejoicing  world. 


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SEPTEMBER   14. 

In  everything,  "by  prayer  and  supplication,  witi 
thanksgiving,  let  your  requests  "be  made  unto  God  — 
Phil.  iv.  6. 

New  mercies  each  returning  day, 

Hover  around  us  while  we  pray ; 

New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 

New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven. 

Old  friends,  old  scenes,  will  lovelier  be, 
As  more  of  heaven  in  each  we  see  ; 
Some  softening  gleam  of  love  and  prayer 
Shall  dawn  on  every  cross  and  care. 


SEPTEMBER  15. 

We    ought   to   lay  dovrn   our  lives    for  the  "brethren. 
1  Johist  iii.  16. 

— My  friendship's  utmost  zeal  to  try, 
He  asked  if  I  for  him  would  die  ; 
The  flesh  was  weak,  my  blood  ran  chill, 
But  the  free  spirit  cried,  "I  will!" 


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Then,  in  a  moment,  to  my  view 

The  stranger  started  from  disguise  ; 
The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew, — 

My  Saviour  stood  before  mine  eyes  ! 
He  spake,  and  my  poor  name  he  named- 
"  Of  me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed  ; 
These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be, 
Fear  not,  thou  didst  it  unto  me." 


SEPTEMBER   16. 

From  everlasting  to  everlasting,  thou  art  God. 

Psalm  xc.  2. 

0  Thou,  who  redeemest  the  weak  one  at  length, 
And  scourgest  the  strong  in  the  pride  of  his  strength, 
Who  holdest  the  earth  and  the  sea  in  thine  hand, 
And  rulest  eternity's  shadowy  land, — 

To  Thee  let  our  thoughts  and  our  offerings  tend, 
Of  virtue  the  hope — and  of  sorrow  the  friend, — 
Let    the    incense    of    prayer    still    ascend    to    thT 

throne. — 
Omnipotent — Grlorioiu    -Eternal,  alone. 


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SEPTEMBER  17. 


Put  on,  therefore,  as  the  elect  of  G-od,  holy  and  "belored, 

humbleness  of  mind. — Col.  iii.  12. 


Oh  !    that  upon  my  heart  might  roll, 
That  deep  humility  of  soul, 
Which  made  the  good,  the  gifted  Paul, 
Himself  the  chief  of  sinners  call  : 
To  teach  me  that  of  right  I  claim 
Nothing  as  mine,  but  sin  and  shame  : 
Oh  !  that  I  all  myself  might  see, 
And  clothe  me  in  humility. 

If  I  could  look  beyond  the  skies, 
And  hear  the  songs  of  seraphs  rise, 
In  higher  yet,  and  higher  tone, 
Until  they  reach  the  beaming  throne  ; 
And  then  the  wondrous  distance  scan, 
Between  them  and  my  fellow-man, 
And  I,  the  least  of  these, — 't  would  be 
To  plunge  me  in  humility. 


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It  needs  not  this,  for  well  I  know 
How  cold  my  love,  my  course  how  slow, 
How  deaf  the  sweetest  calls  to  hear, 
That  ever  fell  on  mortal  ear ; 
Yet  when  I  reach  the  lowest  cell, 
Where  humble  sinners  love  to  dwell, 
The  lovelier  then  the  grace  will  be, 
Of  true  and  deep  humility. 


SEPTEMBER  18. 

The  days  of  thy  mourning  shall  "be  ended. — Is.  lx.  2U 

There  shall  I  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary  sinful  days  ; 
And  join  with  the  triumphant  saints 

To  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 
My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small, 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim ; 
But  't  is  enough  that  Christ  knows  all ; 

And  I  shall  be  with  him. 


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SEPTEMBER  19. 

Moreover,  if  thy  "brother  shall  trespass  against  thee 
go  and  tell  him  his  fault,  between  thee  and  him  alone  : 
if  he  shall  hear  thee  thou  hast  gained  thy  "brother. — 
xviii.  15. 

Thy  brother's  fault — what  has  it  been  ? 
Some  trifling  or  unmeaning  act  : 

He  did  not  mean  to  sin. 
His  heart  is  not  so  callous  grown, 

But  that  he  yet  may  feel ; 
Perhaps  one  word,  to  him  alone, 

May  all  the  trouble  heal. 

Thy  brother's  fault !  oh !  hush  the  sound : 
Who  lives  that  has  not  faults  betimes  ? 

Art  thou  all  faultless  found  ? 
Weep  !  pour  a  flood  of  bitter  tears 

Over  thy  brother's  sin  ; 
And  ere  thou  poison  other  ears, 

Go  thou  and  speak  to  him  ! 


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SEPTEMBER   20. 

Thou  hast  the  dew  of  thy  youth. — Psalm  ex.  3. 

Sweet  is  the  early  dew 

Which  gilds  the   mountain  tops, 
And  decks  each  plant  and  flower  we  view 

With  pearly  glittering  drops  ; 
But  sweeter  far  the  scene 

On  Z ion's  holy  hill, 
When  there  the  dew  of  youth  is  seen 

Its  freshness  to  distil. 


Sweet  is  the  opening  flower 

Which  just  begins  to  bloom, 
Which  every  day  and  every  hour 

Fresh  beauties  will  assume  ; 
But  sweeter  that  young  heart 

Where  faith,  and  love  and  peace, 
Blossom  and  bloom  in  every  part 

With  sweet  and  varied  grace. 


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SEPTEMBER   21. 

If  the  Son  therefore  shall  make  you  free,   ye  shall  he 
free  indeed. — John  viii.  36. 

Spirit  of  Charity  !     Dispense 

Thy  grace  to  every  heart ; 
Expel  all  other   spirits  thence, 

Drive  self  from  every  part. 
Oh  !  Charity  divine  !  draw  nigh, 
And  break  the  chains  in  which  we  lie. 

All  selfish  souls,  whate'er  they  feign, 

Have  still  a  slavish  lot ; 
They  boast  of  liberty  in  vain, 

Of  love,  and  feel  it  not. 
He,  whose  bosom  glows  with  thee, 
He,  and  he  alone,  is  free. 


SEPTEMBER   22. 

My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord,  and  my  spirit  hath  le- 
joiced  in  God  my  Saviour. — Luke  i.  46,  47. 

To  Thee  my  God  and  Saviour, 
My  soul  exulting  sings, 


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Rejoicing  in  thy  favor, 
Almighty  King  of  kings. 

I  '11  celebrate  thy  glory 
With  all  thy  saints  above, 

And  tell  the  joyful  story 
Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

By  Thee  through  life  supported, 

I  '11  pass  the  dangerous  road, 
By  heavenly  hosts  escorted 

Up  to  thy  bright  abode. 
There  cast  my  crown  before  Thee, 

And  all  my  conflicts  o'er, 
Unceasingly  adore  Thee  ; 

What  could  an  an^el  more  ? 


SEPTEMBER   23. 

The  hoary  head  is  a  crown  of  glory,  if  it  he  found  in  the 
"way  of  righteousness. — Prov.  xvi.  31. 

And  even  when  upon  the  brow 
Are  seen  the  scattered  locks  of  snow 
Which  speak  of  life's  decline ; 


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If  grace  has  grown  with  growing  years, 
How  beautiful  old  age  appears, 
How  all  the  virtues  shine. 

A  halo  of  celestial  light, 

All  purely  and  serenely  bright, 
Surrounds  the  sacred  head  ; 
Pen  may  not  sketch,  nor  fancy  paint 
The  honors  of  the  aged  saint, 

If  wisdom's  paths  he  tread. 

SEPTEMBER   24. 

God   is    love. — 1   Joh^t  iv.   8. 

I  know  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art, 
Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  friend; 

Nor  wilt  thou  writh  the  night  depart, 
But  stay  and  love  me  to  the  end  : 

Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove  ; 

Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

The  Sun  of  righteousness  on  me 

Hath  risen,  with  healing  in  his  wings ; 


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Withered  my  nature's  strength,  from  thee 

My  soul  its  life  and  succor  brings  ; 
My  help  is  all  laid  up  above  ; 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 


SEPTEMBER  25. 

Lo  !    I  am  with  you  always. — Matt,  xxviii.  20. 

Oh  !  thou  by  long  experience  tried, 
Near  whom  no  grief  can  long  abide; 
My  Lord  !     How  full  of  sweet  content, 
I  pass  my  years  of  banishment. 

To  me  remains  nor  place  nor  time  ; 
My  country  is  in  every  clime, 
I  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

Could  I  be  cast  where  Thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 
But  regions  none  remote  I  call, 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 


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Ah  !  then  to  His  embrace  repair ; 
My  soul,  thou  art  no  stranger  there  ; 
There  love  divine  shall  be  thy  guard, 
And  peace  and  safety  thy  reward. 


SEPTEMBER   26. 

And  He  said  to  them  all,  If  any  man  will  come  after 
me,  let  him  deny  himself,  and  take  up  his  cross  daily, 
and  follow  me. — Luke  :x.  23. 

Sorrow  and  love  go  side  by  side  ; 
Nor  height  nor  depth  can  e'er  divide 

Their  heaven-appointed  bands  ; 
Those  dear  associates  still  are  one, 
Nor  till  the  race  of  life  is  run, 

Disjoin  their  wedded  bands. 

Jesus,  avenger  of  our  fall, 
Thou  faithful  lover,  above  all 

The  cross  have  ever  borne  ! 
Oh  !  tell  me, — life  is  in  thy  voice, — 
How  much  afflictions  were  thy  choice, 

And  sloth  and  ease  thy  scorn ! 
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Thy  choice  and  mine  shall  be  the  same, 
Inspirer  of  that  holy  flame, 

Which  must  forever  blaze  ! 
To  take  the  cross  and  follow  Thee, 
Where  love  and  duty  lead,  shall  be 

My  portion  and  my  praise. 


SEPTEMBER  27. 

Rejoice  with.  them,  that  do  rejoice,  and  weep  with  them 
that  weep. — Romans  xii.  15. 

Benevolence,  whose  lovely  ray 

Spreads  o'er  the  gloom  of  life  a  smile ; 

Let  thy  sweet  influence  gild  my  way, 
And  light  my  weary  steps  the  while  ; 

Still  as  I  tread  life's  round  be  near, 

To  cheer  the  fainting  heart,  and  dry  the  mourner's 
tear. 

When  the  pale  sufferer,  worn  with  grief, 
Comes  seeking  for  my  small  relief, 


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May  he  be  never  sent  away 

With  "  Come  some  more  convenient  day." 

But  let  me  think  of  Him  who  said, 

u  They  come  from  far,  and  have  no  bread." 

Oh!  let  me  never  cease  to  know 
The  pulse  that  throbs  at  others'  woe ; 
Nor  let  my  cheek  be  cold  and  dry, 
When  sorrow  fills  a  brother's  eye ; 
But  let  my  heart  and  hand  dispense 
Thy  blessings,  sweet  benevolence. 


SEPTEMBER  28. 

"When   my   spirit  "was    overwhelmed   within   me,   then 
Thou  knewest  my  path. — Psalm  cxliii.  3. 

My  God,  whose  gracious  pity  I  may  claim, 
Calling  thee  Father, — sweet  endearing  name, 
The  sufferings  of  this  weak  and  weary  frame, 
All,  all  are  known  to  Thee. 


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From  human  eye  't  is  better  to  conceal 
Much  that  I  suffer,  much  I  hourly  feel, 
But  oh  !  this  thought  does  tranquillize  and  heal, 
All,  all  is  known  to  Thee. 


SEPTEMBER   29. 

But  I  say  unto  you,  Love  your  enemies,  oless  them 
that  curse  you,  do  good  to  them  that  hate  you,  and  pray 
for  them  which  despitefully  use  you,  and  persecute  you. 

— Matt.  v.   44. 

Live  to  do  good  ;  but  not  with  thought  to  win 
From  man  return  of  any  kindness  done  ; 

Remember  Him  who  died  for  sin, 

The  merciful,  the  meek,  rejected  One  ; 

When  He  was  slain  for  crime  of  doing  good, 

Canst  thou  expect  return  of  gratitude  ? 

Do  naught  but  good,  for  such  the  noble  strife 
Of  virtue  is,  for  wrong  returning  love, 

And  for  thy  foe  devote  a  brother's  life, 
Content  to  wait  the  recompense  above ; 


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Brave  for  the  truth,  to  fiercest  insult  meek, 
In  mercy  strong,  in  vengeance  only,  weak. 


SEPTEMBER  30. 

Let  patience  have  her  perfect  work,  that  ye  may  "be  per* 
feet  and  eutire,  wanting  nothing. — James  i.  4. 

When  affliction's  hand  shall  press  me, 
When  my  foes  or  friends  distress  me, 
When  the  hopes  I  fondly  cherished, 
By  some  withering  touch  hath  perished, 
Patience  !  chase  complaint  away, 
With  thy  soft,  pervading  ray. 

When  the  help  of  man  is  vain 
To  relieve  disease  and  pain  ; 
When  the  thorn  is  in  the  flesh, 
Nor  cordials  soothe,  nor  sleep  refresh^ 
Patience  !  kind  physician,  stay, 
Chase  my  murmurs  all  away. 

When  in  time  of  deepest  need, 
Longing  for  the  Friend  indeed  ; 


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When  his  face  I  cannot  see, 
Or  hear  the  whisper,  "  Trust  in  me ;" 
Patience  !  cheer  me,  till  the  day 
Dawn,  and  drive  my  doubts  away. 

When  I  sigh  to  break  my  chain, 
Feeling  that  "  to  die  is  gain/' 
If  He  still  delays  to  come, 
And  convey  my  spirit  home, 
Patience  !  in  those  moments  stay 
Till  He  wipe  my  tears  away. 


OCTOBER  1. 

Oh,  how  lore   I  thy  law!    it  is  my  meditation  all  the 
day. — Psalm  cxix.  97. 

I  love  to  rise  at  early  day, 
While  all  is  hushed  and  still, 

And  hear  my  Saviour  kindly  say, 
"  Come,  ask  me  what  ye  will." 

I  love  to  search  his  holy  law, 
To  hear  his  words  of  love, 


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And  feel  his  Spirit  sweetly  draw 
My  soul  to  "things  ahove." 

I  love  to  ask,  by  faith  and  prayer, 

His  Spirit's  guiding  ray — 
Through  every  scene  of  anxious  care, 

Through  life's  bewildered  way. 

Thus  let  me  spend  each  rising  hour, 

Thus  close  my  latest  days, 
Till  I  shall  wake  to  sleep  no  more, 

Where  prayer  is  changed  to  praise. 


OCTOBER  2. 

Brethren,  if  a  man  "be  overtaken  with  a  fault,  ye  which 
are  spiritual,  restore  such  an  one  in  the  spirit  of  meek- 
ness ;  considering  thyself,  lest  thou  also  he  tempted.— 
Gal.  vi.  1. 

Wouldst  thou  a  wanderer  reclaim, 
A  wild  and  reckless  spirit  tame, 
Check  the  warm  flow  of  youthful  blood, 
And  lead  a  lost  one  back  to  God? 


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Pause,  if  thy  spirit's  wrath  be  stirred — 
Speak  not  to  him  a  bitter  word  ; 
Speak  not — that  bitter  word  may  be 
The  stamp  that  seals  his  destiny  ! 

If  widely  he  has  gone  astray, 
And  dark  excess  has  marked  his  way, 
'T  is  pitiful — but  yet  beware  ! 
Reform  must  come  from  kindly  care. 
Forbid  thy  parting  lips  to  move, 
But  in  the  gentle  tones  of  love  ; 
Though  sadly  his  young  heart  hath  erred, 
Speak  not  to  him  a  bitter  word. 


OCTOBER   3. 

The  Lord  hath,  dealt  "bountifully  vnth  thee. — Ps    cxvi.  7 

In  trouble  and  in  grief,  0  God, 
Thy  smile  hath  cheered  my  way, 

And  joy  hath  budded  from  each  thorn 
That  round  my  footsteps  lay. 


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The  hours  of  pain  have  yielded  good, 

Which  prosperous  days  refused, 
As  herbs,  though  scentless  when  entire, 

Spread  fragrance  when  they're  bruised. 

The  oak  strikes  deeper  as  its  boughs 

By  furious  blasts  are  driven  ; 
So  life's  vicissitudes  the  more 

Have  fixed  my  heart  in  heaven. 

All-gracious  Lord  !  whate'er  my  lot 

In  other  times  may  be, 
I  '11  welcome  still  the  heaviest  grief 

That  brings  me  near  to  thee. 

OCTOBER   4. 

Thou  art  fairer  than  the  children  of  men  ;  grace  ia 
poured  into  thy  lips  :  therefore,  God  hath  blessed  thee 
forever. — Psaxm  xIt.  2. 

His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 

To  water  the  gardens  of  grace, 
From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  shall  know, 

And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 


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His  voice  like  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 
Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death  ; 

The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet, 
And  the  air  is  perfumed  with  his  breath. 

He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word, 
He  speaks,  and  Eternity  filled  with  his  voice, 

Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 


OCTOBER   5. 

Bat  if  ye  forgive  not  men  their  trespasses,  neither  "will 
your  Father  forgive  your  trespasses. — Matt.  vi.  15. 

Yet  I  have  sinned  against  my  God, 
And  disobeyed  ten  thousand  times ; 

Am  I  prepared  to  feel  His  rod, 

Avenging  my  ten  thousand  crimes  ? 

And  thus  He  says  He  '11  deal  with  me, 
If  I  'm  unwilling  to  forgive ; 


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For  only  those,  like   Christ,  shall  see 
The  glorious  place  where  angels  live. 


OCTOBER   6. 

As  the  hart  panteth  after  tlie  water-hrooks,  so  pantetii 
my  soul  after  Thee,  O  God. — Psalm  xlii.  1. 

Oh,  Love  !  I  languish  at  thy  stay  ! 

I  pine  for  thee  with  lingering  smart  ! 
Weary  and  faint  through  long  delay  ; 

When  wilt  thou  come  into  my  heart  ? 
From  sin  and  sorrow  set  me  free, 
And  swallow  up  my  soul  in  thee  ! 

Come,  oh  my  comfort  and  delight  ! 

My  strength  and  health,  my  shield  and  sun, 
My  boast,  and  confidence,  and  might, 

My  joy,  my  glory,  and  my  crown, 
My  gospel  hope,  my  calling's  prize  ; 
My  tree  of  life,  my  paradise  ! 


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OCTOBER  7. 


He  that  is  joined  unto  the  Lord  is   one   spirit. 
1  Cor.  vi.  17. 


Oh  !  sacred  union  with  the  Perfect  Mind  ! 

Transcendent  bliss,  which  thou  alone  canst  give  ! 
How  blest  are  they  this  pearl  of  price  who  find, 

And  dead  to  earth  have  learned  in  thee  to  live  ! 

Thus,  in  thine  arms  of  love,  oh  God  !  I  lie ; 

Lost,  and  forever  lost,  to  all  but  thee ! 
My  happy  soul,  since  it  hath  learned  to  die, 

Hath  found  new  life  in  thine  infinity. 

Oh !  go  and  learn  this  lesson  of  the  Cross, 

And   tread  the  way  which  saints  and  prophets 
trod, 

Who  counting  life,  and  self,  and  all  things  loss, 
Have  found,  in  inward  death,  the  life  of  God. 


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OCTOBER   8. 

"Who,  "being  in  the  form  of  G-od,  thought  it  not  too hery 
to  he  equal  with  God  ;  hut  made  himself  of  no  reputa- 
tion, and  took  upon  him  the  form  of  a  servant. — Phil. 
ii.  6,  7. 

Oh  !  Lord,  it  is  my  fond  desire 
That  Thou  my  name  wilt  own, 

And  much  the  kindness  I  admire, 
That  in  thy  actions  shone. 

But,  oh !  how  hard  to  imitate ! 

To  Thee  for  help  I  call, 
On  others  may  I  love  to  wait, 

And  be  the  least  of  all. 


OCTOBER  9. 

And  at  midnight  Paul  and  Silas  prayed,  and  sang  praisea 
unto  God,  and  the  prisoners  heard  them. — Acts  zvi.  25. 

Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
My  all  to  His  pleasure  resigned, 


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No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind. 
While  blessed  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear, 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 


OCTOBER  10. 

How  much,  owest  thou  unto  my  Lord  ? — Luke  xvi.  5. 

Chosen  not  for  good  in  me, 
Wakened  up  from  wrath  to  flee, 
Hidden  in  the  Saviour's  side, 
By  the  Spirit  sanctified, 
Teach  me,  Lord,  on  earth  to  show 
By  my  love,  how  much  I  owe. 

When  in  flowery  paths  I  tread, 

Oft  by  sin  I  'm  captive  led ; 

Oft  I  fall,  but  still  arise, — 

The  Spirit  comes — the  tempter  flies; 

Gracious  Spirit !  bid  me  show 

Weary  sinners  all  I  owe. 


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Oft  I  walk  beneath  the  cloud, 
Dark  as  midnight's  gloomy  shroud ; 
But  when  fear  is  at  the  height, 
Jesus  comes,  and  all  is  light  ; 
Blessed  Saviour  !  bid  me  show 
Doubting  saints  how  much  I  owe. 

When  this  passing  world  is  done, 
When  has  sunk  yon  glaring  sun, 
When  we  stand  with  Christ  in  glory, 
Looking,  o'er  life's  finished  story, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then, — how  much  I  owe. 


OCTOBER   11. 

For  here  have  we  no  continuing  city,  out  we  seek  one 

to  come. — Heb.  ziii.  14. 

'Mid  earth's  dark  scenes  I  must  not  stay, 
The  home  I  seek  is  far  away, 
Where  Christ  is  not  I  would  not  be, 
Oh !  there 's  a  better  land  for  me ; 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 


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All  glory  be  to  God  most  high, 
Re-echoes  sweetly  through  the  sky, 
T\  here  seraphs  bow  and  bend  the  knee, 
Oh  !  that  's  the  land,  the  land  for  me  ; 
This  world  is  not  mv  home. 


OCTOBER   12. 

Judge  not  that  ye  "be  not  judged. — LTirr.  Tii.  1. 

Condemn  not,  judge  not — not  to  man 
Is  given  his  brother's  faults  to  scan, 
One  task  is  thine,  and  one  alone, 
To  search  out  and  subdue  thine  own. 

Guard  well  thy  lips,  none,  none  can  know 
What  evils  from  the  tongue  may  flow  ; 
What  guilt,  what  grief  may  be  incurred 
By  one  incautious  hasty  word. 

Set  God  before  thee,  every  word 
Thy  lips  pronounce  by  Him  is  heard, 
Oh  !  couldst  thou  realize  this  thought, 
"What  care,  what  caution  would  be  taught. 


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OCTOBER   13. 

Who  did  no  sin,  neither  was  guile  found  in  his  mouth 
1  Peter  li.  22. 

No  selfish  grief  he  ever  felt, 

No  anger  in  his  bosom  dwelt, 

But  thoughts  of  love,  of  praise  and  prayer, 

Like  cloudless  sunshine  rested  there. 

His  very  foes  were  forced  to  tell 
That  no  man  ever  spoke  so  well  ; 
And  wondering  crowds  with  gladness  hung 
On  the  sweet  accents  of  his  tongue. 


OCTOBER  14. 

Comfort  one  ancth-.  r  —  itjpi  these  words  — 1  Thess.  iv.  18 

When  sorrows  wound  thy  brother's  heart, 

And  fill  his  weeping  eyes, 
Go  thou  with  whispered   words  of  love, 

And  point  him  to  the  skies. 
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Remind  him  of  that  glorious  Friend 
"Whose  mercies  cannot  fail, 

Whose  sympathy  and  love  are  sure 
Through  all  life's  gloomy  vale. 

With  all  the  "  precious  promises" 

His  fainting  soul  sustain, 
Returning  peace  and  joy  shall  prove 

Thy  work  was  not  in  vain. 


OCTOBER  15. 

Wherefore,  in  all  things  it  "behooved  Him  to  be  made 
like  unto  his  "brethren  ;  that  He  might  he  a  merciful 
and  faithful  High  Priest  in  things  pertaining  to  God,  to 
make  reconciliation  for  the  sins  of  the  people. — Heb. 
ii.  17 

He  in  the  days  of  mortal  flesh, 
Poured  out  strong  cries  and  tears, 

And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 


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He  knows  what  strong  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

The  smoking  flax  he  will  not  quench. 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame, 
The  bruised  reed  he  will  not  break, 

Nor  scorn  the  meanest  name. 


OCTOBER  16. 


Though   He    slay   me,    yet   will  I   trust  in   Him. 
Job  xiii.  15. 


Smite  me,  0  Thou,  whom  I  provoke  ! 

And  I  will  love  thee  still. 
The  well-deserved  and  righteous  stroke 

Shall  please  me,  though  it  kill. 

The  heart,  that  values  less  its  ease, 

Than  it  adores  thy  ways, 
In  thine  avenging  anger  sees 

A  subject  of  its  praise. 


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OCTOBER  17. 

It  is  good  for  me  that  I  have  "been  afflicted — Ps.  cxix.  71. 

God  of  my  life,  how  good,  how  wise 
Thy  judgments  on  my  soul  have  been  ! 

They  were  but  mercies  in  disguise, 
The  painful  remedies  of  sin  : 

How  different  now  thy  ways  appear, 

Most  merciful,  when  most  severe  ! 


OCTOBER  18. 

But  when  he  was  yet  a  great  way  off,  his  father  sav 
him,  and  had  compassion,  and  ran  and  fell  on  his  neck, 
and  kissed  him. — Luke  xv.  20. 

Am  I  not  worthy  to  sustain 
The  worst  Thou  canst  devise  ? 

And  dare  I  seek  thy  throne  again, 
And  meet  thy  sacred  eyes  ? 

Far  from  afflicting,  Thou  art  kind, 
And  in  my  saddest  hours, 


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An  unction  of  thy  grace  I  find 
Pervading  all  my  powers. 

Alas  !  Thou  sparest  me  yet  again ; 

And  when  thy  wrath  should  move, 
Too  gentle  to  endure  my  pain, 

Thou  sooth' st  me  with  thy  love. 


OCTOBER  19. 

I  laid  me  down  and  slept  ;  I  awaked  ;  for  the  Lord  sus- 
tained me. — Psalm  iii.  5. 


Thou  spread' st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours ; 

Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

My  heart  should  yield  to  thy  command  ; 

To  thee  would  I  devote  my  days  ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 

Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


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OCTOBER  20. 


I  am  crucified  -with  Christ,  nevertheless,  I  live  ;  yet  not 

I,  hut  Christ  liveth  in  me. — Gal.  ii.  20. 


Self-love  dismissed  ; — 't  is  then  we  live  indeed, 
In  her  embrace,  death,  only  death  is  found ; 

Come  then,  one  noble  effort,  and  succeed, 

Cast  off  the  chain  of  self,  with  which  thy  soul 
is  bound. 

Love,  pure  and  holy,  is  a  deathless  fire, 
Its  object  heavenly,  it  must  ever  blaze  ; 

Eternal  love,  a  God  must  needs  inspire, 

When  once    he  wins   the    heart,  and  fits  it  for 
his  praise. 

Oh!  I  would  cry,  that  all  the  world  might  hear, 
Ye  self-tormentors,  love  your   God  alone; 

Let  his  unequalled  excellence  be  dear, 

Dear  to  your   inmost   souls,  and   make   him  all 
your  own. 


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OCTOBER   21. 

l  have  gone  astray  like  a  lost  sheep  ;  seek  thy  servant  ; 
fori  do  not  forget  thy  commandments. — Ps.  cxix   176. 

The  atmosphere  of  earth,  oh  !  how 

It  hath  bedimmed  the  eye, 
And  quenched  the  spirit's  fervent  glow, 

And  stayed  the  purpose  high ; 
And  how  these  feet  have  gone  astray, 
That  should  have  walked  the  narrow  way. 

And  I  have  tarried  longer  now, 
(Pleased  with  the  scenes  of  time,) 

That  fitteth  those  who  hope  to  go 
To  heaven,  that  holy  clime  ; 

Who  hope  to  pluck  the  fruit  that  grows 

Where  life's  immortal  river  flows. 

Forgive,  and  help,  and  guide  Thou  me, 

Oh  !  meek  and  holy  One, 
That  dim  although  the  vision  be, 

The  race  I  still  may  run ; 


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This  eye,  thus  lifted  to  the  skies, 
This  heart,  thus  burning  for  the  prize. 


OCTOBER   22. 

The  Lord  gave,  and  the  Lord  hath,  taken  away  ;  "blessed 
be  the  name  cf  the  Lord. — Job  i.  21. 

I  yield  thee  back  thy  gifts  again, 
Thy  gifts  which  most  I  prize, 

Desirous  only  to  retain 
The  notice  of  thine  eyes. 

But  if  by  thine  adored  decree, 

That  blessing  be  denied, 
Resigned,  and  unreluctant,  see 

My  every  wish  subside. 

Thy  will  in  all  things  I  approve, 

Exalted  or  cast  down ; — 
Thy  will  in  every  state  I  love, 

And  even  in  thy  frown. 


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OCTOBER  23. 

But  now  he  is  dead,  wherefore  should  I  fast  ?  can  I 
"bring  him  back  again  ?  I  shall  go  to  him,  "but  he  shall 
not  return  to  me. — 2  Sam.  xii.  23. 

I  cannot   sorrow   much    for  you,   ye   purchase  of 

our  Grod, 
Ye  ransomed  of  the  Infinite,  with  all-atoning  blood, 
In  robes  of  immortality  triumphantly  you  sing, 
Oh !  grave,  where  is  thy  victory,  oh  !  Death,  where 

is  thy  sting  ? 

Methinks  I  hear  the  shout  with  which  the  heav- 
enly arches  ring ; 

Methinks  I  see  thy  face  reflect  the  glories  of  the 
King; 

While  everlasting  joyfulness  thy  sunny  forehead 
crowns, 

And  a  halo  of  eternal  bliss  thy  beauteous  form 
surrounds. 

Joy,  joy  to  you,  my  precious  one  !  the  grief  be  all 

my  own, 
And  glory,  Jw?wr,  praise  to  Him,  who  sitteth  on 

the  throne  ; 


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And  bids  us  suffer  such  as  you,   without   a   mur- 

mur  rise 
To  fill  with  starry  blessedness  the  temples  of  the 

skies. 

My  spirit  shall  be  much  with  you,  and  when  I 
would  rejoice, 

1 11  think  upon  the  welcome  of  thy  happy,  happy 
voice, 

When  God  shall  call  the  mourner  home  to  min- 
gle with  the  blest, 

Where  the  "  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  and  the 
weary  are  at  rest." 


OCTOBER  24. 

easant  words  are  as  an  honeycomb,  sweet  to  the  soul, 
and  health  to  the  hones. — Prov.  xvi.  24. 

Speak  kindly  to  thy  fellow-man, 

For  he  or  thou  mayst  die, 
While  bitterness  is  in  thy  heart, 

And  wrath  is  in  thine  eye. 


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Speak  tenderly  to  him  ;  perchance 

His  breast  has  many  cares, 
And  he  along  his  weary  way 

A  wounded  spirit  bears. 

Speak  meekly  to  him  ;  he  may  be 

A  holier  man  than  thou, 
And  fitting  it  may  be  for  thee 

With  reverence  to  bow. 

Speak  faithfully  to  him  ;  thy  word 

May  touch  him  deep  within, 
And  save  his  erring  soul  from  death, 

And  cover  o'er  his  sin. 


OCTOBER   25. 

Blessed  are  they  that  do  his  commandments,  that 
they  may  have  right  to  the  tree  of  life,  and  may  enter 
in  through  the  gates  into  the  city. — Rev.  xxii.  14. 

Oh  !  happy,  happy  country,  where 

There  entereth  not  a  sin  ; 
And  death,  who  keeps  its  portals  fair, 

May  never  once  come  in. 


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No  grief  can  change  their  day  to  night- 
The  darkness  of  that  land  is  light. 
Sorrow  and  sighing  God  hath  sent 
Far  thence  to  endless  banishment, 
And  never  more  may  one  dark  tear 

Bedim  their  burning  eves  ; 
For  every  one  they  shed  while  here, 

In  fearful  agonies, 
Glitters  a  bright  and  dazzling  gem 
In  their  immortal  diadem. 


OCTOBER  26. 

Oh  come,  let  us  worship  and  bow  down,  let  ua  kneel 
before  the  Lord,  our  Maker. — Ps.  xcv.  6. 

Come  to  the  place  of  prayer  ! 
At  morn,  at  night,  in  gladness  or  in  grief — 
Surround  the  throne  of  grace  ;  there  seek  relief, 

Or  pay  your  free  and  grateful  homage  there. 

Has  sickness  entered  in 
Your  peaceful  mansion  ?  then  let  prayer  ascend, 


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On  wings  of  faith,  to  that  all-gracious  Friend, 
Who  came  to  heal  the  bitter  pains  of  sin. 

Has  sorroiv's  withering  blight 
Your  dearest  hopes  in  desolation  laid, 
And  the  once  cheerful  home  in  gloom  arrayed  ? 

Yet  pray,  for  He  can  turn  the  gloom  to  light. 

So  in  the  world  above 
Kindred  and  friends  may  meet  at  last, 
When  this  life's  weary  pilgrimage  is  past, 

To  mingle  their  rejoicing  notes  of  love. 


r  OCTOBER   27. 

As  sorrowful,  yet  always  rejoicing. — 2  Cor.  vi.  10 

My  heart  is  easy,  and  my  burden  light  ; 

I  smile,  though  sad,  when  God  is  in  my  sight  ; 

The  more  my  woes  in  secret  I  deplore, 

I  taste  thy  goodness,  and  I  love  Thee  more. 

There,  while  a  solemn  stillness  reigns  around, 
Faith,  love,  and  hope  within  my  soul  abound, 


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And  while  the  world  suppose  me  lost  in  care, 
The  joys  of  angels  unperceived  I  share. 

Thy  creatures  wrong  Thee,  0  Thou  Sovereign  God . 
Thou  art  not  loved,  because  not  understood, 
This  grieves  me  most,  that  vain  pursuits  beguile 
Ungrateful  men,  regardless  of  thy  smile. 


OCTOBER  28. 

We  all  do  fade  as  a  leaf. — Isaiah  lxiv.  6. 

Oh  !  mark  the  withered  leaves  that  fall 

In  silence  to  the  ground ; 
Upon  the  human  heart  they  call, 

And  preach  without  a  sound. 

They  say,  "  So  passes  man's  brief  year  ! 

To-day  his  green  leaves  wave ; 
To-morrow,  changed  by  time,  and  sere, 

He  drops  into  the  grave." 

Let  wisdom  be  our  sole  concern, 
Since  life's  green  days  are  brief; 


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And  faith  and  heavenly  hope  shall  learn 
A  lesson  from  the  leaf. 


OCTOBER  29. 

Remember  the  Sabbath,  day  to  keep  it  holy. — Ex.  xx. 

Oh  !  day  of  peace,  whose  dawning  ray 
Smiles  meekly  in  the  western  sky  ; 

I  love  to  own  thy  soothing  sway, 

While  earth's  vain  cares  and  tumults  die. 

Oh  !  day  of  joy,  thy  choral  strain 
Sounds  sweetly  in  the  pilgrim's  ear  ; 

The  listening  soul  forgets  its  pain, 
And  loses  all  its  guilty  fear. 

Oh  !  day  of  rest,  what  heavenly  calm, 
What  hallowed  peace  thine  hours  impart ! 

How  often  has  thy  healing  balm 

Revived  and  soothed  the  contrite  heart ! 

The  shades  of  earth  shall  close  these  eyes, 
Each  earth-born  joy  be  lost,  unknown, 


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SONGS    IN    THE 


Yet  still  thy  memory  shall  arise, 

Till  life's  last  lingering  spark  is  flown. 


OCTOBER   30. 

We  are  saved  "by  hope. — B,oiians  viii.  24. 

Oh  !  who  in  such  a  world  as  this, 

Could  bear  their  lot  of  pain, 
Did  not  one  radiant  hope  of  bliss 

Unclouded  yet  remain  ? 
That  hope  the  sovereign  Lord  has  given, 

Who  reigns  above  the  skies ; 
Hope  that  unites  our  souls  to  Heaven 

By  faith's  endearing  ties. 

Each  care,  each  ill  of  mortal  birth, 

Is  sent  in  pitying  love 
To  lift  the  lingering  heart  from  earth, 

And  speed  its  flight  above. 
And  every  pang  that  wrings  the  breast, 

And  every  joy  that  dies, 
Tells  us  to  seek  a  purer  rest, 

And  trust  to  holier  ties. 


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OCTOBER   31. 

That  ye  sorrow  not,  even  as  others  -which  have  no  hope 
1  Thess.  iv.  13. 

Who  are  so  greatly  blessed  ? 

From  whom  hath  sorrow  fled  ? 
Who  find  such  deep,  unbroken  rest, 

While  all  things  toil  ?— The  dead  ! 
The  holy  dead  ! — Why  weep  ye  so 

Above  their  sable  bier  ? 
Thrice  blessed  !  they  have  done  with  woe, — 

The  living  claim  the  tear. 

We  dream,  but  they  awake  ; 

Dark  visions  mar  our  rest ; 
'Mid  thorns  and  snares  our  way  we  take, — 

And  yet  we  mourn  the  blessed. 
For  those  who  throng  the  eternal  throne, 

Lost  are  the  tears  we  shed  ; 
They  are  the  living,  they  alone, 

Whom  thus  we  call  the  dead. 

MKS.   SIGOUENET, 

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NOVEMBER  1. 

He  ■will  fulfil  the  desire  of  them  that  fear  Him  ;  He  also 
villhear  their  cry,  and  will  save  them. — Ps.  cxlv.  18. 

Were  it  not  better  to  lie  still,  . 

Let  Him  strike  home,  and  bless  the  rod ; 
Never  so  safe  as  when  our  will 

Yields  undiscerned  by  all  but  God  ? 

Thy  precious  things,  whate'er  they  be, 

That  haunt  and  vex  thee,  heart  and  brain, 

Look  to  the  cross,  and  thou  shalt  see 
How  thou  may' st  turn  them  all  to  gain. 

KEBLE. 


NOVEMBER  2. 

If  any  man  will  come  after  me,  let  him  deny  himself,  and 
take  up  his  cress,  and  follow  me. — Matt.  xvi.  24. 

Lovest  Thou  praise  ?     The  cross  is  shame : 
Or  ease?  the  cross  is  bitter  grief: 

More  pangs  than  tongue  or  heart  can  frame, 
Were  suffered  there  without  relief. 


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The  wanderer  seeks  his  native  bower, 
And  we  will  look  and  long  for  Thee, 

And  thank  Thee  for  each  trying  hour, 
Wishi?tg,  not  struggling  to  be  free. 

KEBLE. 

NOVEMBER  3. 

He  that  loveth  me  shall  he  loved  of  my  Father,  and  I 
will  love  him,  and  will  manifest  myself  to  him. — John 
xiv.  21. 

Hark,  my  soul  !  it  is  the  Lord, 
'T  is  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee, 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 

"  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

"  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done, 
Partner  of  my  throne  shall  be, 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ?" 


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Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint  ; 
Yet  I  love  Thee  and  adore  : 
0  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more. 

COWTER. 


NOVEMBER  4. 

Is  it   "well    with,  the    child?     and   she    answered,  It   ia 
well. — 2  Kings  iv.  26. 

''Is  it  well  with  the  child?"     And  she  answered, 
';  'T  is  well  ;" 
But  I  gazed  on  the  mother  who  spake, 
For  the  tremulous  tear,  as  it  sprang  from  its  cell. 

Bade  a  doubt  in  my  hosom  awake  ; 
And  I  marked  that  the  bloom  in  her  features  had 
fled, 
So  late  in  their  loveliness  rare, 
And  the  hue  of  the  watcher  that   bends  o'er  the 
dead, 
Was  gathering  in  pensiveness  there. 


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"Is  it  well  with  the  child?"  and  she  said,  "  It  is 
well, 
It  hath  tasted  of  sickness  and  pain, 
Of  the  pang,  and  the  groan,  and  the  gasp  it  might 
tell — 
It  never  will  suffer  again. 
In  my  dreams,  as  an  angel,  it  stands  by  my  side, 

In  the  garments  of  glory  and  love  ; 
And  I  hear  its  glad  lays  to  the  Saviour  who  died 
'Mid  the  choir  of  the  blessed  above." 

Sigourxey. 

NOVEMBER  5. 

What  is  your  life  ?  it  is  even  a  vapor  that  appeaTeth  for 
a  little  time,  and  then  vanisheth  away. — Jalies  iv.  14. 

The  dream  on  the  pillow 

That  flits  with  the  day, 
The  leaf  of  the  willow 

A  breath  wears  away. 

The  dust  on  the  blossom, 
The  spray  on  the  sea : 


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Ay — ask  thine  own  bosom, 
Are  emblems  of  thee. 


L.   K.    L. 


NOVEMBER   6. 

Watch  ye  and  pray,  lest  ye    enter  into   temptation. 
Mark  xiv.  38. 

How!  gains  the  leak  so  fast? 

Clean  out  the  hold — 
Hoist  up  thy  merchandise, 

Heave  out  thy  gold ; — 
There — let  the  ingots  go — 

Now  the  ship  rights ; 
Hurra  !     The  harbor  's  near — 

Lo,  the  red  lights  ! 

Slacken  no  sail  yet 

At  inlet  or  island  ; 
Straight  for  the  beacon  steer, 

Straight  for  the  high  land  ; 
Crowd  all  thy  canvass  on, 

Cut  through  the  foam — 


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Christian!  cast  anchor  now — 
Heaven  is  thy  home  ! 

MRS.    SOUTHET. 


NOVEMBER  7. 

Unto  you  that  fear  my  name  shall  the  sun  of  righteous- 
ness arise  with  healing  in  his  wings. — Mal.  iv.  2. 

Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn ; 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies. 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know, 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given ; 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 


NOVEMBER  8. 

I  will  he  glad  in  the  Lord. — Psalm  civ.  34. 

When  morning's  first  and  hallowed  ray 
Breaks  w>th  its  trembling  light, 


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To  chase  the  pearly  dews  away, 
Bright  tear-drops  of  the  night, — 

My  heart,  0  Lord,  forgets  to  rove, 

But  rises  gladly  free, 
On  wings  of  everlasting  love, 

And  finds  its  home  in    Thee. 


NOVEMBER  9. 

Having  a  desire  to  depart  and  to   be  with  Christ,  which 
is  far  better  — Phil.  i.  23. 

'T  is  even  so  !    oh  many  a  time  the  heart  is    sick 

and  sore, 
It  aches  with  sorrow  and  with    care,    as  it  could 

ache  no  more  ; 
The  faithless  friend  is  far    away — the  faithful  too 

is  gone  ; 
Of  griefs  and  trials  each  can  tell,  the  heaviest  his 

own. 
Our  plans,  our  purposes  of  joy  are  idle  as  the  wind; 
A  lengthening  chain   of  sorrow    still  our  memory 

drags  behind  ; 


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The  hopes  that  cheered  our  spring  of  life,  like  sere 

leaves  drop  away. 
"  With  Jesus  to  depart   and  be,  is  better  than  to 

stay." 

DUFFIELD. 


NOVEMBER  10. 

He    is    not    here  ;    for  Ee    is    risen    as    he    said. 
1£att.  xxviii.  6. 

How  sweet  in  the    musing   of  faith  to  repair 

To  the  garden  where  Mary  delighted  to  rove  ; 
To  sit  by  the  tomb  where  she  breathed  her    fond 
prayer, 

And  paid  her  sad .  tribute  of  sorrow  and  love  ; 
To  see  the  bright  beam  which  disperses  her  fears, 

As  the  Lord  of  her  soul  breaks  the  bars  of  his 
prison, 
And  the  voice  of  the  angel  salutes  her  glad  ear, 

The  Lord  is  a  captive  no  more — He  is  risen. 

CUNNINGHAM. 


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NOVEMBEB  11. 

These  things  I  have   spoken  unto  you  that  in  me  ye 
might  have  peace. — John  xvi.  33. 

0  Saviour  !  as  oft  as  our  footsteps  we  bend 

In  penitent  sadness  to  weep  at  thy  grave, 
On  the  wings  of  thy  greatness  in  pity  descend, 

Be  ready  to  comfort  and  "  mighty  to  save." 
We  shrink  not  from  scenes  of  desertion  and  woe, 

If  there  we  may  meet  with  the  Lord  of  our  love ; 
Contented,  with  Mary,  to  sorrow  below 

If,    with   her,   we   may   drink  of  thy   fountains 
above. 


NOVEMBER  12. 

Do  all  things  without  murmurings  and  disputings, 
that  ye  may  he  "blameless  and  haimless,  the  sons  of 
God  without  rehuke,  kc. — Phil,  ii    14,  15 

0  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  Grod, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free, 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 

So  freely  spilt  for  me. 


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A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne  : 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 

Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 


NOVEMBER  13. 

And   let  the    peace  of  God   rule    in   your   hearts 
Colossians  iii.  15. 

Come,  peace  of  mind,  delightful  guest! 
Return  and  make  thy  downy  nest 

Once  more  in  this  sad  heart. 
Nor  riches  I,  nor  power  pursue, 
Nor  hold  forbidden  joys  in  view, 

We  therefore  need  not  part. 


NOVEMBER  14. 

I  will  surely  do  thee  good. — Gen.  xxxii.  12. 

Fair  is  the  lot  that 's  cast  for  me, 
I  have  an  advocate  in  Thee ; 


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They  whom  the   world  caresses  most, 
Have  no  such  privilege  to  boast — 
Poor  though  I  am — despised,  forgot, 
Yet  God — my  God — forget  me  not, 
And  he  is  safe  and  must  succeed, 
For  whom  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  plead. 

COWPER. 


NOVEMBER  15. 

And  Enoch  walked  with.  G-od. — Gest.  v.  24. 

0  walk  with  God,   and  thou  shalt  find 

How  He  can  charm  thy  way, 
And  lead  thee  with  a  quiet  mind 

Into  his  perfect  day. 
His  love  shall  cheer  thee,  like  the  dew 

That  bathes  the  drooping  flower, 
That  love  is  every  morning  new, 

Nor  fails  at  evening  hour. 

HALLOWEEN. 


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NOVEMBER  16. 

Jesus   Christ  died  to  deliver  us  from  this  present  evil 
world — G-al.  i.  4. 

The  pleasures  that  allure  our  sense, 
Are  dangerous  snares  to  souls  ; 

There  's  but  a  drop  of  flattering  sweet 
And  dashed  with  bitter  bowls. 

In  vain  the  world  accosts  my  ear, 

And  tempts  my  heart  anew  ; 
I  cannot  buy  your  bliss  so  dear, 

Nor  part  with  heaven  for  you. 


NOVEMBER  17. 

If  I  then,  your  Lord  and  Master,  have  washed  your 
feet,  ye  also  ought  to  v/ash  one  another's  feet. — John 
xiii.  14. 

0  blessed  Jesus !  when  I  see  thee  bending, 
Girt  as  a  servant  at  thy  servant's  feet, 

Love,  lowliness,  and  might,  in  zeal  all  blending, 
To  wash  their  dust  away,  and  make  them  meet 


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To  share  thy  feast,  I  know  not  t'  adore, 
Whether  thy  humbleness  or  glory  more. 

Meek  Jesus,  to  my  soul  thy  spirit  bending, 
Teach  me  to  live,  like  Thee,  in  lowly  love  : 

With  humblest  service  all  thy  saints  befriending, 
Until  I  serve  before  thy  throne  above — 

Yes  !  serving  e'en  my  foes,  for  thou  didst  seek 

The  feet  of  Judas,  in  thy  service  meek. 

BETHUNE. 


NOVEMBER  18. 

As  many  as  walk  according  to  this  rule,  peace  "be  on 
them,  and  mercy,  and  upon  the  Israel  of  God. — Gal. 
vi.  16. 

Come,  brother,  turn  with  me  from  pining  thoughts, 
And  all  those  inward  ills  that  sin  has  wrought ; 
Come,  send  abroad  a  love  for  all  who  live. 
Canst  guess  what  deep  content,  in  turn,  they  give  ? 
Kind  wishes  and  good  deeds  will  render  back 
More  than  thou  e'er  canst  sum.     Thou  It  nothing 
lack, 


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But   say,    "I'm    full!" — where    does   the    stream 

begin  ? 
The  source  of  outward  joy  lies  deep  within. 

E'en  let  it  flow,  and  make  the  places  glad 
Where  dwelt   thy  fellow-men.     Shouldst   thou   be 

sad, 
And  earth  seem  bare,  and  hours,  once  happy,  press 
Upon  thy  thoughts,  and  make  thy  loneliness 
More  lonely  for  the  past,  thou  then  shalt  hear 
The  music  of  those  waters  running  near, 
And  thy  faint  spirit  drink  the  cooling  stream, 
And  thine  eye  gladden  with  the  playing  beam, 
That  now,  upon  the  water,  dances,  now, 
Leaps  up  and  dances  in  the  hanging  bough. 

DANA. 

NOVEMBER   19. 

I  am  troubled  ;  I  am  "bowed  down  greatly  ;  I  go  mourn- 
ing all  the  day  long. — Ps.  xxxviii.  6. 

Tempests  their  furious  course  may  sweep 
Swiftly  o'er  the  troubled  deep, 


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Darkness  may  lend  her  gloomy  aid, 
And  wrap  the  groaning  world  in  shade  ; 
But  man  can  show  a  darker  hour, 
And  bend  beneath  a  stronger  power  ; — 
There  is  a  tempest  of  the  soul, 
A  gloom  where  milder  billows  roll ! 

The  howling  wilderness  may  spread 
Its  pathless  deserts  parched  and  dread, 
Where  not  a  blade  of  herbage  blooms, 
Nor  yields  the  breeze  its  soft  perfumes  ; 
Where  silence,  death,  and  horror  reign, 
Unchecked,  across  the  wide  domain  ; — 
There  is  a  desert  of  the  mind 
More  hopeless,  dreary,  undefined  ! 

Oh  Thou  !  who  in  thy  blessed  life 
Rebuked  and  quelled  the  billows'  strife  ; 
Thou  who  didst  bid  the  tempest  cease, 
And  o'er  the  angry  waves,  breathed  Peace 
Come  Thou,  dear  Saviour,  to  my  breast, 
And  give,  oh  give  the  weary  rest — 


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Oh  calm  this  troubled  soul  of  mine, 
And  fill  it  with  a  joy  divine. 

AN'ON. 

NOVEMBER   20. 

Verily,  verily,  I  say  unto  you,  The  servant  is  not 
greater  than  his  Lord  ;  neither  he  that  is  sent  greater 
than  he  that  sent  him. — John  xiii.  16. 

0  blessed  name  of  Servant  !  comprehending 
Man's  highest  honor  in  his  humblest  name ; 

For  Thou,  G-od's  Christ,  that  office  recommending, 
The  throne  of  mighty  power  didst  truly  claim ; 

He  who  would  rise  like  Thee,  like  Thee  must  owe 

His  glory  only  to  his  stooping  low. 

Daily  my  pilgrim  feet  as  homeward  wending 
My  weary  way,  are  sadly  stained  with  sin  ; 

Daily  do  thou,  Thy  precious  grace  expending, 
Wash  me  all  clean  without  and  clean  within, 

And  make  me  fit  to  have  a  part  with  Thee, 

And  thine,  at  last,  in  heaven's  festivity. 

3ETHUNE. 

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NOVEMBER  21. 

I  said,  I  will  take  heed  to  my  "ways,  that  I  sin  not  with. 
my  tongue.  I  was  dumb  with  silence  ;  I  held  my  peace 
even  from  good  ;  and  my  sorrow  was  stirred. — Psalm 
xzxix.  1,  2. 

It  is  a  weary  and  a  bitter  task 

Back  from  the  lip  the  burning  word  to  keep, 
And  to  shut  out  heaven's  air  with  falsehood's  mask, 

And  in  the  dark  urn  of  the  soul  to  .heap 
Indignant  feelings — making  e'en  of  thought 
A  buried  treasure,  which  may  but  be  sought 

When  shadows  are  abroad  and  night  and  sleep — 
Yet  what  to  our  poor  feeble  sense  seems  hard, 
Is  possible,  and  more  than  possible  with  God. 


NOVEMBER   22. 

Now  when  Jesus  was  in  Bethany,  in  the  house  of  Si- 
mon the  leper,  there  came  untc  him  a  woman  having  an 
alabaster  box  of  very  precious  ointment,  and  poured  it 
on  his  head  as  he  sat  at  meat. — Matt.  xxvi.  6,  7. 

She  loved  her  Saviour,  and  to  him 
Her  costliest  present  brought ; 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE.  275 

To  crown  his  head  or  grace  his  name, 
No  gift  too  rare  she  thought. 

And  though  the  prudent  worldling  frowned 

And  thought  the  poor  bereft, 
Christ's  humble  friend  sweet  comfort  found, 

For  He  approved  the  gift. 

So  let  the  Saviour  be  adored, 

And  not  the  poor  despised ; 
Give  to  the  hungry  from  your  hoard, 

But  all,  give  all  to  Christ. 


NOVEMBER  23. 

Behold  the  fowls  of  the  air  ;  for  they  sow  not,  neither 
do  they  reap  or  gather  into  "barns,  yet  your  heavenly 
Father  feedeth  them.  Are  ye  not  much  "better  th». 
they? — Matt.  vi.  26. 

If  thou  art  pained  with  the  world's  noisy  stir, 
Or  crazed  with  its  mad  tumult,  and  weighed  down 
With  any  of  the  ills  of  human  life  ; 
If  thou  art  sick  and  weak,  or  mournest  at  the  loss 


276 


SONGS    IN    THE 


Of  brethren  gone  to  that  far  distant  land 
To  which  we  all  do  pass,  gentle  and  poor, 
The' gayest  and  the  gravest,  all  alike, — 
Then  turn  into  the  peaceful  woods  and  hear 
The  thrilling  music  of  the  lorest  birds. 

m'lellan. 


NOVEMBER  24. 

Bat  if  a  man  live  many  years,  and  rejoice  in  them  all, 
yet  let  him  remember  the  day  a  of  darkness  ,  for  they 
shall  be  many. — Eccles.  xi.  8. 

A  bright  or  dark  eternity  in  view, 
With  all  its  fixed,  unutterable  things, 
What  madness  in  the  living  to  pursue, 
As  their  chief  portion,  with  the  speed  of  wings, 
The  joys  that  death-beds  always  turn  to  stings  ! 
Infatuated  man,  on  earth's  smooth  waste 
To  dance  along  the  path  that  always  brings 
duick  to  an  end,  from  which  with  ten-fold  haste 
Back  would    he    gladly  fly,   till  all  should  be  re- 
traced. 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE.  277 

What  matter  whether  pain  or  pleasure  fill 
The  swelling  heart  one  lit  tie  moment  here? 
From  both  alike  how  vain  is  every  thrill, 
While  an  untried  eternity  is  near ! 
Think  not  of  rest,  fond  man,  in  life's  career ; 
The  joys  and  grief  that  meet  thee,  dash  aside 
Like  bubbles,  and  thy  bark  right  onward  steer 
Through  calm  and  tempest,  till  it  cross  the  tide, 
Shoot  into  port  in  triumph  !  or  serenely  glide. 

WILCOX. 


NOVEMBER   25. 

The    meek   shall   inherit   the    earth,  and    shall    delight 
themselves  in  the  abundance  of  peace. — Ps.  xxxvii.  11. 

Oh  give  me  yet  in  some  recluse  abode 
Encircled  with  a  faithful  few  to  dwell, 
Where  power  cannot  oppress  nor  care  corrode, 
Nor  venomed  tongues  the  tale  of  slander  tell  ; — 
Or  bear  me  to  some  solitary  cell, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  every  human  eye  ; 
And  let  me  bid  a  Ion  %  and  last  farewell 


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To  each  alluring  object  'neath  the  sky, 
And  then  in  peace  await  my  hour  in  peace  to  die. 

"  Ah  vain  desire  !"  a  still  small  voice  replied ; 
"No  place,  no  circumstance  can  Peace  impart: — 
She  scorns  the  mansion  of  un vanquished  pride, 
Sweet  inmate  of  a  pure  and  humble  heart ; — 
Take  then  thy  station — act  thy  proper  part : — 
A  Saviour's  mercy  seek, — his  will  perform  : 
His  word  has  balm  for  sin's  envenomed  smart, 
His  love  diffused  thy  shuddering  breast  shall  warm ; 
His  power  provide    a   shelter    from  the   gathering 
storm.' ' 

HUNTINGDON. 


NOVEMBER  26. 

God  was   in  Christ  reconciling  the  -world  unto  himself. 
2  Corinthians  v.  19. 

Oh  what  a  desperate  load  of  sin  had  we 
When  God  must  plot  for  our  felicity  ! 
When  God  must  beg  us  that  he  may  forgive, 
And  die  himself  before  mankind  could  live  ! 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE.  279 

And  what  still  are  we,  when  our  King  in  vain 

Begs  his  lost  rebels  to  be  friends  again  ? 

Be  silent  then,  ye  narrow  souls  take  heed, 

Lest  you  restrain  the  mercy  you  will  need. 

But  0  my  soul,  from  these  be  different ; 

Imitate  thou  a  nobler  precedent ; 

As  God  with  open  arms  the  world  does  woo, 

Learn  thou  like  God  to  be  enlarged  too, 

As  he  begs  thy  consent  to  pardon  thee, 

Learn  to  submit  unto  thy  enemy  ; 

As  he  was  crucified  for  and  by  thee, 

Crucify  thou  what  caused  his  agony ; 

And  like  to  him  be  mortified  to  sin, 

Die  to  the  world  as  He  died  for  it  then. 

CATHARINE    PHILIPS. 


NOVEMBER  27. 

Awake  psaltery  and  harp  :  I  myself  will  awake  early  ; 
I  will  praise  Thee,  O  Lord,  among  the  people  ;  and  I  will 
sing  praises  unto  Thee  among  the  nations. — Ps.  cviii.  2,  3. 

Soft  slumbers  now  mine  eyes  forsake  ; 
My  powers  are  all  renewed ; 


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May  my  freed  spirit  too  awake, 
With  heavenly  strength  endued. 

Thou  silent  murderer  Sloth,  no  more 

My  mind  imprisoned  keep  ; 
Nor  let  me  waste  another  hour 

With  thee,  thou  felon   Sleep. 

Hark  !   0  my  soul,  could  dying  men 

One  lavished  hour  retrieve, 
Though  spent  in  tears,  and  passed  in  pain, 

What  treasures  would  they  give  ! 

Teach  me  in  health  each  good  to  prize, 

I,  dying,  shall  esteem  ; 
And,  every  pleasure  to  despise 

I  then  shall  worthless  deem. 

H.    MORE. 


NOVEMBER   28. 

They  that  sesi:  me  early  shall  find  me. — Pbov.  viii.  17. 

Come  while  the  morning  of  thy  life  is  glowing, 
Ere  the  dim  phantoms  thou  art  chasing  die — 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE.  281 

Ere  the    gay   spell    which    earth    is    round   thee 
throwing, 

Fades  like  the  crimson  from  a  sunset  sky. 
Life  is  but  shadows  save  a  promise  given, 

Which  lights  up  sorrow  with  a  fadeless  ray : 
0  !  touch  the  sceptre  !  with  a  hope  in  heaven — 

Come,  turn  thy  spirit  from  the  world  away. 

Then  will  the  crosses  of  this  brief  existence 

Seem  airy  nothings  to  thine  ardent  soul, 
And,  shining  brightly  in  the  forward  distance, 

Will  of  thy  patient  race  appear  the  goal ; 
Home  of  the  weary  !  where,  in  peace  reposing, 

The  spirit  lingers  in  unclouded  bliss  : 
Though  o'er  its  dust  the  curtained  grave  is  closing, 

Who  would  not  early  choose  a  lot  like  this. 


NOVEMBER   29. 

There  is  njinr^^.  n  mi 

—-*—>■  Tnee,  U  XjOTcL  ;    Thon   art  great, 
and  Thy  name  is  great  m  .l^^-u^       Tirn    ^    q 

In  the  dark  winter  of  affliction's  hour, 

When  summer  friends  and  pleasures  haste  away, 


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And  the  wrecked  heart   perceives   how  frail  each 

power, 
It  made  a  refuge  and  believed  a  stay  ; 
When  man  all  wild  and  weak  is  seen  to  be — 
There  's  none    like    Thee,   0  Lord  !    there  's   none 

like  Thee! 

When  the  world's  sorrow  working  only  death, 
And   the  world's  comfort — caustic  to  the  wound, 

Make  the  wrung  spirit  loathe  life's  daily  breath, 
As  jarring  music  from  a  harp  untuned; 

While  yet  it  dare  not  from  the  discord  flee, — 

There  's  none  like  Thee,  0    Lord  !     There  's   none 
like  Thee! 


NOVEMBER  30. 

We  give  thanks  to  God  always  for  you  all,  making 
mention  of  you  in  our  prayers  ;  remembering,  without 
ceasing,  your  work  of  faith.,  and  labor  of  love,  and  pa. 
fcUmoo  of  hope  in  out  "Lord  Jesus  Christ  **»  +'u-  -'-'- 
God  and  our  Father. — l  rp- 


2,  3. 


The  ostentatious  virtues  which  still  press 
For  notice  and  for  praise — the  brilliant  deeds 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE.  283 

Which  live  but  in  the  eye  of  observation — 
These  have  their  meed  at  once.     But  there  's  a  joy- 
To  the  fond  votaries  of  fame  unknown, 
To  hear  the  still  small  voice  of  conscience  speak 
Its  whispering  plaudit  to  the  silent  soul. 
Heaven  notes  the  sigh  afflicted  goodness  heaves  ; 
Hears  the  low  plaint  by  human  ear  unheard, 
And  from  the  cheek  of  patient  sorrow  wipes 
The  tear  by  mortal  eye  unseen  or  scorned. 

H.    MORE. 


DECEMBER  L 

80  teach  us  to  number  our  days  that  we  may  apply  oui 
hearts  unto  wisdom. — Ps.  xc    12. 

We  speak  and  we  read  of  the  hero's  deeds, 

And  envy  perchance  his  fame  : 
We  would  tread,  like  him,  some  path  that  leads 

To  gaining  a  deathless  name  ; 
And  we  sigh  as  our  time  is  vainly  spent, 
"  Oh,  't  was  not  for  this  that  I  was  meant !" 


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But  when  some  one  we  gaze  on  from  day  to  day, 

And  tend  with  a  holy  care, 
Lightening  the  woes  in  each  other's  way, 

Each  breathing  a  mutual  prayer. 
Oh  !  here  in  the  homeliest  act  or  speech, 
May  we  to  the  fame  of  a  hero,  reach. 

For  when  selfish  thoughts  are  for  others  subdued, 
And  smiles  conquer  the  rising  frown, 

When  we  love  our  own  in  another's  good, 
Oh  we  weave  us  a  deathless  crown, 

That  many  a  hero's  present  or  past, 

With  all  its  glory  has  never  surpassed. 

CHARLOTTE    YOUKG. 


DECEMBER   2. 

He  will  regard  the  prayer  of  the   destitute,  and  not  de- 
spise th.eir  pra^cr.— Ps.  oii.  17. 

A  sound  in  yonder  glade, 

But  not  of  fount  or  breeze, 
A  sound — but  not  of  the  whispering  made 

By  the  palm  and  the  olive-trees ; 


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It  is  not  the  minstrel's  lute, 

Nor  the  swell  of  the  night-bird's  song, 
Nor  the  city's  hum  when  all  else  is  mute, 

By  echo  borne  along. 

'T  is  a  voice — the  Saviour's  own — 

"  Woman,  why  weepest  thou  ?" 
She  turns — and  her  grief  is  forever  flown, 

And  the  shade  that  dimmed  her  brow ; 

He  is  there,  her  risen  Lord, 

No  more  to  know  decline  ; 
He  is  there  with  peace  in  his  every  word, 

The  wept  one, — still  divine. 


DECEMBER  3. 

He    that   planted  the  ear,   shall  he  not  hear?  He  that 
formed  the  eye,  shall  he  not  see  ? — Ps.  xciv.  9. 

I  bent  o'er  the  pillow  to  catch  the  breath 
Of  the  child  just  locked  in  the  arms  of  death ; 
I  marked  the  veins  in  her  closing  eye, 
And  I  shuddered  with  fear  as  I  saw  her  die ; 


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Ah  !  who  in  the  lonely  grave  will  keep 
A  vigil  over  my  darling's  sleep  ? 

My  soul  was  sad,  but  a  still  small  voice 
Whispered,  oh  Christian  !  rejoice — rejoice  ! 
Through  the  gloom  of  the  grave,  can  He  not  see 
Who  fanned  the  eye  that  is  closing  to  thee  ? 
Though  the  voice  thou  hast  loved  break  no  iflore  on 

thine  ear, 
Yet,  He  who  attuned  it,  shall  He  not  hear  ? 

M. 


DECEMBER   4. 

The  redeemed  of  the  Lord  shall  return,  and  come 
with  singing  unto  Zion,  and  everlasting  joy  shall  he  upon 
their  head  ;  they  shall  obtain  gladness  and  joy,  and  sor- 
row and  mourning  shall  flee  away. — Isaiah  li.  11. 

There  is  light  on  the  hills,  and  the  valley  is  past ! 

Ascend,  happy  pilgrim  !  thy  labors  are  o'er ! 
The  sunshine  of  Heaven  around  thee  is  cast, 

And  thy  weak  doubting  footsteps   can  falter  no 
more. 


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On,  Pilgrim,  that  hill  richly  circled  with  rays 
Is  Ziou  !     Lo,  there  is  the  city  of  saints  ! 

And  the  beauties,  the  glories,  that  uegion  displays- 
Inspiration's  own  language  imperfectly  paints. 

But  the  "gate  of  one  pearl"  to  thee  opened  shall  be 
And  thou  all  its  beauties  and  glories  behold ; 

The  Saviour  an  entrance  has  purchased  for  thee, 
And  thy  dwelling,  henceforth,  is  the  city  of  gold 

OPIfi, 


DECEMBER  5. 

If  any  of  you  lack  wisdom,  let  him  ask  of  G-od,  that 
giveth  to  all  men  liberally,  and  upbraideth  not  ;  and  it 
shall  he  given  him. — James  i.  5. 

0  Wisdom  !  if  thy  soft  control 
Can  soothe  the  sickness  of  the  soul, 
Can  bid  the  warring  passions  cease, 
And  breathe  the  calm  of  tender  peace ; 
Wisdom,  I  bless  thy  gentle  sway, 
And  ever,  ever  will  obey. 


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Oh  Thou  !  who  givest  liberally 

That  wisdom  which  but  dwells  with  Thee, 

Look  down  in  pity  from  above, 

Impart  to  us  a  heart  of  love, 

And  never  let  our  footsteps  stray 

From  heavenly  Wisdom's  perfect  way. 


DECEMBER   6. 

Bay  net  thou,  I  will  recompense  evil  ;    "but  wait  on  the 
Lord,  and  He  shall  save  chee. — Pnov.  xx    22. 

The  fairest  action  of  our  human  life 
Is  scorning  to  revenge  an  injury — 

For  who  forgives  without  a  further  strife 
His  adversary's  heart  to  him  doth  tie, 

And  'tis  a  firmer  conquest  truly  said, 

To  win  the  heart  than  overthrow  the  head. 

A  noble  heart  dotb  teach  a  virtuous  scorn 
To  scorn  to  w  duty  over  long  ; 

To  scorn  to  be  for  benefits  forborne  ; 
To  scorn  to  lie,  to  scorn  to  do  a  wrong, 


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To  scorn  to  bear  an  injury  in  mind  ; 

To  scorn  a  free-born  heart  slave-like  to  bind. 

CAREW. 


DECEMBER  7. 

That  when  His  glory-  shall  he  revealed,  ye  may  ho  glad 
also  with  exceeding  joy. — 1  Peter  iv.  13. 

She  was  not  made  for  happiness  ;  too  much 

She  felt  for  others'  woe, 
What  to  another's  heart  was  but  a  touch, 

Hers  felt  a  cruel  blow.  • 

No  tale  of  suffering,  sorrow,  or  disease, 

But  found  an  echo  there — 
A  wounded  bird — a  broken  flower — e'en  these 

Her  sympathy  might  share. 

Yet  hopefully  she  spake,  and  happily 

Of  communings  with  God — 
Of  light  and  glory,  that  we  could  not  see, 

Upon  the  path  she  trod. 
A  setting  sunbeam  from  her  cloudy  lot 

At  length  broke  brightly  forth — 


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Oh  !  she  was  made  for  happiness — but  not 
The  happiness  of  earth. 

M.    A.    BROWNE. 


DECEMBER  8. 

He  that  followeth  after  righteousness   and   meTcy  find- 
eth  life,  righteousness  and  honor. — Prov.  xxi.  21. 

How  gaily  is  at  first  begun 

Our  life's  uncertain  race  ! 
Whilst  yet  that  sprightly  morning  sun, 
With  which  we  just  set  out  to  run, 

Enlightens  all  the  place. 

How  smiling  the  world's  prospect  lies, 

How  tempting  to  go  through  ! 
Not  Canaan  to  the  prophet's  eyes, 
From  Pisgah  with  a  sweet  surprise, 

Did  more  inviting  show. 

But  oh  !  too  soon,  alas !  we  climb, 
Scarce  feeling  we  ascend 


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The  gently  rising  hill  of  time, 
From  whence  with  grief  we  see  that  prime, 
And  all  its  sweetness,  end. 

The  die  now  cast,  our  station  known, 

Fond  expectation  pa^t : 
The  thorns  which  former  days  had  sown, 
To  crops  of  late  repentance  grown, 

Through  which  we  toil  at  last. 

Whilst  every  care  's  a  driving  harm, 

That  helps  to  bear  us  down  ; 
Which  faded  smiles  no  more  can  charm, 
But  every  tear  's  a  winter's  storm, 

And  every  look 's  a  frown. 


DECEMBER  9. 

And  ^hen  they  had  sung  a  hymn  they  -went  out  into 
the  Mount  of  Olives. — Matt.  xxvi.  30. 

There  's  something  sweet  in  scenes  of  gloom 
To  hearts  of  joy  bereft 


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When  hope  has  withered  in  its  bloom, 
When  friends  are  going  to  the  tomb, 
Or  in  the  tomb  are  left. 

'T  is  night — a  lovely  night ; — and  lo, 

Like  men  in  vision  seen, 
The  Saviour  and  his  brethren  go, 
Silent,  and  sorrowful,  and  slow, — 

Led  by  heaven's  lamp  serene, — 

From  Salem's  height,  o'er  Kedron's  stream, 

To  Olivet's  dark  steep, 
There,  o'er  past  joys,  gone  like  a  dream, 
O'er  future  woes,  that  present  seem, 

In  solitude  to  weep. 

Heaven  on  their  earthly  hopes  has  frowned  ; 

Their  dream  of  thrones  has  fled  ; 
The  table  that  his  love  has  crowned 
They  ne'er  again  shall  gather  round, 

With  Jesus  at  their  head. 

Blast  not,  0  God,  this  hope  of  ours, 
The  hope  of  sins  forgiven  ; 


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Then,  when  our  friends  the  grave  devours, 
When  all  the  world  around  us  lowers, 
We  '11  look  from  earth  to  heaven. 

PIERPONT. 

DECEMBER   10. 

The  Lord  bath,  anointed  me  to  preach  good  tidings 
unto  the  meek  ;  He  hath  sent  me  to  hind  up  the  broken- 
hearted, to  proclaim  liberty  to  the  captives,  and  the 
opening  of  the  prison  to  them  that  are  bound,  to  com- 
fort ail  that  mourn. — Isaiah  lxi.  1,  2. 

Many  and  sharp  the  numerous  ills 

Inwoven  with  our  frame  ! 
More  pointed  still  we  make  ourselves 

Regret,  remorse,  and  shame  ; 
And  man,  whose  heaven-erected  face 

The  smiles  of  love  adorn, 
Man's  inhumanity  to  man 

Makes  countless  thousands  mourn. 

Yet,  let  not  this  too  much,  my  son, 

Disturb  thy  youthful  breast, 
This  partial  view  of  human  kind 

Is  surely  not  the  best ! 


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SONGS    IN    THE 


The  poor,  oppressed,  honest  man 

Had  never,  sure,  been  born, 
Had  there  not  been  some  recompense 

To  comfort  those  that  mourn! 

Oh  death  !  the  poor  man's  dearest  friend — 

The  kindest  and  the  best ! 
Welcome  the  hour  my  aged  limbs 

Are  laid  with  thee  at  rest ! 
The  great,  the  wealthy,  fear  thy  blow, 

From  pomp  and  pleasure  torn ! 
But  oh  !  a  blest  relief  to  those 

That  weary-laden,  mourn. 

BURNS. 

DECEMBER  11. 


In    ail   these   things    we    are    more  than    conquerors 
through  Him  that  loved  us. — Rom.  viii.  37. 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Ye  who  feel  the  tempter's  power  : 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see ; 

Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour; 


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Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

Follow  to  the  judgment-hall, 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned  ; 

0  the  wormwood  and  the  gall  ! 
View  the  pangs  his  soul  sustained  ! 

Shun  not  suffering,  shame  or  loss  : 

Learn  of  Him  to  bear  the  cross. 


DECEMBER   12. 

In  the  day  of  my  trouhle,  I  will  call  upon  thee,  for  Thou 
wilt  answer  me. — Ps.  Ixxxvi.  7. 

Ah  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismayed, 
Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suffering  saints  no  mercy-seat  ? 

There,  there  on  eagle's  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more  ; 
And  Heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 


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0  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercv-seat. 


DECEMBER  13. 

For  if  we  believe  that  Jesus  died  and  rose  again,  even 
so  them  also  which  sleep  in  Jesus,  will  God  bring  with 
him. — 1  Thess.  iv.  14. 

Come,  gather  to  this  burial-place,  ye  gay  ! 
Ye,  of  the  sparkling  eye,  and  frolic  brow, 
I  bid  ye  hither.     She,  who  makes  her  bed 
This  day.  'neath  yon  damp  turf,  with  spring  flow- 
ers sown, 
Was  one  of  you.     Time  had  not  laid  his  hand 
On  tress  or  feature,   stamping  the  dread  lines 
Of  chill  decay,  till  death  had  naught  to  do, 
Save  that  slight  office  which  the  passing  gale 
Doth  to  the  wasted  taper.     Yet  from  all  she  turned, 
All  she  forsook,  unclasping  her  warm  hand 
Fiom  Friendship's  ardent  pressure,  with  such  smile 


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As  if  she  were  the  gainer.     To  lie  down 
In  this  dark  pit  she  cometh,  dust  to  dust, 
Ashes  to  ashes,  till  the  glorious  morn 
Of  resurrection.     Wondering  do  you  ask — 
Where  is  her  blessedness  ?      Go  home,  ye  gay, 
Go  to  your  secret  chambers,  and  kneel  down, 
And  ask  of  God.     Urge  your  request  like  him 
Who  on  the  slight  raft,  'mid  the  ocean's  foam, 
Toileth  for  life.     And  when  ye  win  a  hope 
That  the  world  gives  not,  and  a  faith  divine, 
Ye  will  no  longer  marvel  how  the  friend 
So  beautiful,  so  loved,  so  lured  by  all 
The  pageantry  on  earth,  could  meekly  find 
A  blessedness  in  death. 

MRS.    SIGOURNEY. 


DECEMBER  14. 

As  "we  have  borne  the  image  of  the  earthly,  we  shall  also 
"bear  the  image  of  the  heavenly. — 1  Cor.  xv,  49. 

I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free  ; 

Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with  Thee ; 


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Though  now  my  temptations  like  billows  may  foam, 
All,   all  will  be  peace  when    I  'm   with   Thee    at 

home. 
I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine, 
No  more,  as  an  exile,  in  sorrow  to  pine, 
And  in  thy  fair  image,  arise  from  the  tomb 
With  glorified  millions,  to  praise  Thee  at  home. 


DECEMBER  15. 

Until  the  day  "break,  and  the  shadows  flee  away,  I  will 
get  me  to  the  mountain  of  myrrh,  and  to  the  hill  of 
frankincense. — Solomon's  Song  iv.  6. 

On  Pisgah's  top  I  now  would  stand, 
Once  more  to  view  the  promised  land, 

The  land  of  thy  abode  : 
The  land  where  fruits  immortal  grow, 
Where  rivers  of  salvation  flow 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God. 

0,  that  my  soul  were  filled  with  Thee, 
With  visions  of  thy  majesty 
And  condescending  love ! 


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Then  would  its  gilded  pinions,  Lord, 
Be  ready  at  the  Master's  word, 
To  take  its  flight  above. 


DECEMBER  16. 

By  me    thy  day 3   shall  he  multiplied,  and  the  years  of 
thy  life  shall  he  increased. — Prov.  ix.  11. 

Oh,  what  concerns  it  him,  whose  way 
Lies  upward  to  the  immortal  dead, 

That  a  few  hairs  are  turning  gray, 
Or  one  more  year  of  life  has  fled  ? 

Swift  years,  but  teach  me  how  to  bear, 
To  feel  and  act  with  strength  and  skill, 

To  reason  wisely,  nobly  dare, 

And  speed  your  courses  as  ye  will. 

Press  onward  through  each  varying  hour, 
Let  no  weak  fears  thy  course  delay ; 

Immortal  being,  feel  thy  power  ; 
Pursue  thy  bright  and  endless  way. 


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DECEMBEK  17. 

The  suffer  3  prssent  time  are  not  ■worthy  tc 

be  compared  -with  the  glory  which  shall  he  revealed  in 
as. — Boiiaks  viii.  18. 

How  blest  the  minds  which  daily  rise 
To  worlds  unseen  beyond  the  skies, 

And  lose  this  vale  of  tears  ! 
On  heaven-taught  pinions  while  they  soar, 
And  joys  unknown  to  sense  explore, 
How  low  the  cares  of  mortal  life, 

How  mean  its  bliss  appears. 

Oh  for  the  wings  of  faith  and  love, 
To  bear  my  thoughts  and  hopes  above 

These  little  scenes  of  care  ; 
Above  these  gloomy  mists  which  rise, 
And  pain  my  heart,  and  cloud  my  eyes ; 
To  see  the  dawn  of  heavenly  day, 

And  breathe  celestial  air. 

Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand  tongues; 
Then  join  in  rapture-breathing  songs, 
And  tune  the  golden  lyre  : 


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To  Jesus,  their  exalted  Lord, 
Dear  name  !  liow  loved  and  how  adored  ! 
His  charms  awake  the  heavenly  strain, 
And  every  note  inspire. 

DECEMBER  18. 

For  in  this  we  groan,  earnestly  desiring  to  be  clothed 
upon  with  our  house  which  is  from  heaven. — 2  Corin- 
thians v.  2. 

There  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands,  eternal 
in  the  skies  ; 

And  far  beyond  this  scene  of  things  the  fair  pos- 
session lies  : 

Then  let  this  earthly  tenement  dissolve  in  kindred 
dust, 

My  Saviour  hath  a  place  prepared,  and  He  is  all 
my  trust. 

For  this  inheritance    I    wait,  within  my  house  of 

clay, 
Mid  darkness  and  imprisonment,  still  languishing 
for  day  ; 

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SONGS    IN    THE 


Nor  nalced  would  my  soul  appear,  before  my  Fa- 

ther's  face, 
But  "clothed  upon"  in  righteousness,  through  my 

Redeemer's  grace. 


DECEMBER   19. 


Whether  it  he  good,  ot  whether  it  he  evil,  we  will 
ohey  the  voice  of  the  Lord  our  God  :  that  it  may  he 
well  with  us,  when  we  ohey  the  voice  of  the  Lord  our 
God  — Jer.  xlii.  6. 

"  It  is  well." 
And  oh  !  for  us  who,  musing  o'er  the  grave, 
Sigh  for  the  rest  a  stranger's  breast  hath  found, 
Were  it  not  well,  in  the  heart's  hour  of  grief, 
When  earth    is  dim,   and  all  her  shining  streams 
Discourse  no  more  in  mnsic  to  our  ears — 
When  shadows  rest  upon  her  brightest  flowers, 
And  the  continual  sorrow  of  the  soul 
Doth  darken  sun  and  moon, — to  dream  at  last 
Of  a  still  rest  beneath  the  lowly  stone — 
A  calm,  unbroken  slumber,  ^vhere  the  eye 


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Shall  weep  no  more  in  sadness,  and  the  pulse 
Forget  its  quick,  wild  throbbings  ? 

O'er  the  grave 
Such  were  my  musings,  till  a  deeper  truth 
Broke  on  my  mind,  as  the  blue  violet  shed 
Its  sweetness  round  me,  and  the  evening  winds 
Brought  fragrance  from  afar  ;    and  then  I  prayed, 
In  lowliness  of  heart,  that  I  might  bear 
In  faith  "  the  heat  and  burden  of  the  day," 
And  never,  till  His  purpose  was  fulfilled 
And  every  errand  He  had  set  performed, 
In  trusting  patience,  sigh  for  dreamless  rest, 
Nor  till  th'  impartial  pen  of  Truth  could  write 
Above  that  quiet  refuge — u  It  is  well." 

LUCY   HOOPER. 


DECEMBER   20. 

We  give  thanks  to  God,  and  the  Father  of  our  Lord 
Je3us  Christ,  for  the  hope  which  is  laid  up  for  you  in 
heaven,  whereof  ye  heard  "before  in  the  word  of  the 
truth  in  the  gospel. — Col.  i.  3,  5. 

Oh,  who  would  heed  the  chilling  blast 
That  flows  o'er  time's  eventful  sea, 


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SONGS    IN    THE 


If  bid  to  hail,  its  perils  past, 
The  bright  wave  of  eternity  ? 

And  who  the  sorrows  would  not  bear 
Of  such  a  transient  world  as  this, 

When  hope  displays,  beyond  its  care, 
So  bright  an  entrance  into  bliss. 

PEABODY. 


DECEMBER   21. 

And  He  shall  ait  as  a  refiner  and  purifier  of  silver. 
Mala.chi  iii.  3. 

'T  is  sweet  to  feel  that  He  who  tries 

The  silver,  takes  his  seat 
Beside  the  fire  that  purifies ; 

Lest  too  intense  a  heat, 
Raised  to  consume  the  base  alloy, 
The  precious  metal  too  destroy. 

But  ah !  how  much  of  earthly  mould, 

Dark  relics  of  the  mine, 
Lost  from  the  ore  must  he  behold  ; 

How  long  must  He  refine, 


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Ere  in  the  silver  He  can  trace 

The  first  faint  semblance  to  his  face. 

Thou  great  Refiner  !  sit  thou  by 

Thy  promise  to  fulfil  : 
Moved  by  thy  hand,  beneath  thine  eye, 

And  melted  at  thy  will, 
0,  may  thy  work  forever  shine, 
Reflecting  beauty  pure  as  thine. 

H.    F.   GOULD. 


DECEMBER   22. 

Because  thou  hast  done  this  thing,  and  hast  not  with- 
held thy  son,  thine  only  son;  that  in  "blessing  I  will 
"bless  thee,  and  in  multiplying  I  will  multiply  thy  seed 
as  the  stars  of  the  heaven. — Gen.  xxii.  16,  17. 

Because  thou  didst  not  here  withhold 

Thy  child,  thine  only  one, 
Thy  faith  shall  to  the  world  be  told, 

And  what  thy  God  hath  done. 

Then  rise,  ye  future  saints,  and  live 
With  Abraham's  holy  trust ; 
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Believe,  whate'er  he  bids  you,  give 
Your  God  still  kind  and  just. 

The  soul  that  heaven  in  mercy  tries, 

As  gold  from  earth's  alloy, 
Shall  find  the  Mount  of  Sacrifice 

Become  the  Mount  of  Joy. 

H.    F.    GOULD. 

DECEMBER   23. 

Even  the  youths  shall  faint  and  he  -weary,  and  the 
young  men  thall  utterly  fall ;  hut  they  that  wait  upon 
the  Lord  shall  renew  their  strength  ;  they  shall  mount 
up  with  wings  as  eagles,  they  shall  run  and  not  he 
weary,  and  they  shall  walk  and  not  faint. — Is.  xl.  30. 

Give  me  thy  strength,  my  Father  :  I  am  frail, 
And  weak  and  helpless  :  unto  Thee  I  pray 
For  strong  upholding  power,  lest  by  the  way 

My  footsteps  falter,  and  my  courage  fail. 

Give  me  thy  grace,  my  Father,  day  by  day, 
As  trials  come,  and  pressing  earthly  cares 
Increase  the  burden  which  my  spirit  bears, 

Thy  grace  to  lighten  care  and  cheer  the  way. 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE.  307 

Give  me  thy  grace   where  hope's  glad  ray  appears, 
Gilding  the  future  with  its  golden  light, 
While  I,  enchant-ed  by  the  glorious  sight, 

Know  naught  of  sorrow  or  foreboding  fears. 

Oh  '  then  I  need  thy  grace  to  guide  aright, 
Lest  quite  bewildered  by  the  brilliant  ray, 
I  tread  unheedingly  the  flowery  way 

Till  duty's  safer  path  be  lost  to  sight. 

DECEMBER   24. 

I  pray  not  .  ;hem  out  of  the 

world,  "but  thja  :;ep    them  from  the 

evil. — John  xvil  15. 

Pilgrim  in  the  path  of  life, 
Fainting  in  the  daily  strife, 
Wishing,  longing  to  be  free 
From  thy  load  of  misery, 
Panting  for  the  heavenly  home 
Where  no  blighting  sorrows  come  ; 
List  thy  Saviour's  prayer  for  thee, 
Wait  his  time  to  set  thee  free. 
Youthful  spirit,  worn  and  crushed, 
All  thy  hopes  in  darkness  hushed  ; 


308  SONGS    IN    THE 


Quenched  each  aspiration  vain  ; 
Silent  bearing  grief  and  pain, 
Longing  for  the  peace  and  love 
Of  the  holy  courts  above  ; 
List  thy  Saviour's  prayer  for  thee, 
Wait  his  time  to  set  thee  free. 

jNTot  that  thou  shouldst  take  away 
These  thy  creatures  of  a  day, 
Pray  I,  Father,  but  that  in 
Mercy  thou  wouldst  save  from  sin ; 
Keep  them  from  the  evil  one, 
Till  their  course  of  life  is  run, 
This,  thy  Saviour  prayed  for  thee, 
Patient  wait  till  thou  art  free. 

DECEMBER   25. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  i  rid   on  earth,  peace,  good- 

rd  men. — Lrzs  ii.  14. 

Hark!  hark!  with  harps  of  gold  what  anthems 
do  they  sing  ! 

The  radiant  clouds  have  backward  rolled,  and  ser- 
aphs strike  the  string, 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE.  309 


11  Glory  to  God,"  angelic  voices  sound  from  far, 
And  on  the  hallowed  rapture  wings,  from  circling 
star  to  star. 

"  Glory  to  God  !"    repeat  the    glad  earth  and  the 

sea, 
And    every  wind,   and    billow   flat,   bears    on    the 

jubilee  ; 
While    words    of  heavenly   birth   thrill   deep  our 

hearts  again, 
And  fall  like  dew-drops  to  the  earth,  "peace  and 

good- will  to  men." 

Soft,    yet  the    soul   is   bound  with   rapture,  like  a 

chain, 
Earth,   vocal,   whispers  them    around,  and  heaven 

repeats  the  strain, 
Sound,  harps  !  and  hail  the  morn  wTith  every  golden 

string, 
For  unto  us  is    born   this   day,    a    Saviour    and  a 

Kino:. 


310  SONGS    IN'    THE 


DECEMBER  26. 

How  "beautify".  e  3t  of  him 

bringeth  good  ti  — Is. 

How  beauteous  on  the  mountains  are  thy  feet, 
Thy  form  how  comely,  and  thy  voice  how  sweet, 
Son  of  the  Highest ! — who  can  tell  thy  fame  ? 
The  Deaf  shall  hear  it,  while  the  Dumb  proclaim ; 
Now  bid  the  Blind  behold  their  Saviour's  light, 
The  Lame  go  forth  rejoicing  in  thy  might  ; 
Cleanse  with  a  touch  yon    kneeling  Leper's  skin  , 
Cheer  this  pale  penitent,  forgive  her  sin  ; 
0.  for  that  mothers  faith,  her  daughter  spare  ; 
Restore  the  Maniac  to  a  father's  prayer  ; 
Pity  the  tears  those  mournful  sisters  shed, 
And  be  the  Resurrection  of  the  Dead. 

MONTGOMERY. 

DECEMBER   27. 

t    and  your  lights  buro- 
and  ye  you  ke  unto  men  -chat  wait  for  their 

Lord.—]     - 

Lite  a  field  of  battle  is, 

Thousands  fall  within  our  view, 


HOUSE    OF    -AIY    PILGRIMAGE.  311 

And  the  next  death-bolt  that  flies, 

May  be  sent  to  me  or  you. 
While  we  preach  and  while  we  hear, 

Help  us,  Lord,  each  one  to  think, 
Vast  eternity  is  near, 

I  am  standing  on  the  brink. 

If  from  guilt  and  sin  set  free, 

By  the  knowledge  of  thy  grace, 
Welcome,  then,  the  call  will  be, 

To  depart  and  see  thy  face. 
To  thy  saints,  while  here  below, 

With  new  years,  new  mercies  come ; 
But  the  happiest  year  they  know, 

Is  their  last,  which  leads  them  home. 


DECEMBER   28. 

Yerily,  verily,  I  say  unto  you,  if  a  man  keep  my  saying 
he  shall  never  see  death. — John  viii.  51. 

Lay  down  thy  body  !  hast  thou  worshipped  it 
With  vanity's  sweet  incense,  and  wild  waste 


312  SONGS    IN    THE 


Of  precious  time  ?     Did  beauty  bring  it  gifts, 

The  lily  brow,  the  full  resplendent  eye, 

The  tress,  the  bloom,  the  grace,  whose  magic  power 

Woke  man's  idolatry  ?  oh  lay  it  down, 

Earth's  reptile  banqueters  have  need  of  it. 

Still  may'st  thou  bear  o'er  Jordan's  stormy  wave, 

One  blessed  trophy  ;  if  thy  life  hath  striven 

By  penitence  and  faith  such  boon  to  gain, 

The  victor  palm  of  Christ's  atoning  love : 

And    this    shall    win    thee    entrance    when    thou 

stand'st 
A  pilgrim  at  heaven's  gate. 

MRS.    SIGOURNEY. 


DECEMBER  29. 

I  will  greatly  rejoice  in  the  Lord  ;  ray  soul  shall  be  joy* 
ful  in  ray  God. — Is    lxi.  10. 

— But  He,  the  Eternal  Ruler,  willeth  not 
The  slavery  of  the  soul.     His  claim  is  love, 
A  filial  spirit,  and  a  song  of  praise. 
It  doth  not  please  Him,  that  his  servants  wear 
The  livery  of  mourning.     Peace  is  sown 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE.  313 

Along  their  pilgrim  path — and  holy  hopes, 
Like  birds  of  Paradise,  do  sweetly  pour 
Melodious  measures — and  a  glorious  faith 
Springs  up  o'er  Jordan's  wave.     Say,  is  it  meet 
For  those  who  wear  a  Saviour's  badge,  to  sigh 
In  heathen  heaviness,  wrhen  earthly  joys 
Quench  their  brief  taper  '?  or  go  shrinking  down 
As  to  a  dungeon,  when  the  gate  of  death 
Opes  its  low  valve,  to  show  the  shining  track 
Up  to  an  angel's  heritage  of  bliss. 

MRS.    SIGOURNET, 


DECEMBER  30. 

Behold,  I  have  refined  thee,  hut  not  with  silver  ;  I  haT» 
chosen  thee  in  the  furnace  of  affliction. — Is.  xlviii.  10 

When  I  can  trust  rny  ail  with  God, 

In  trial's  fearful  hour, 
Bow,  all  resigned  beneath  his  rod, 

And  bless  his  sparing  power. 
A  joy  springs  up  amid  distress, 
A  fountain  in  the  wilderness. 


>14  SONGS    IN    THE 


Oh,  to  be  brought  to  Jesus'  feet, 

Though  trials  fix  me  there, 
Is  still  a  privilege  most  sweet, 

For  He  will  hear  my  prayer. 
Though  sighs  and  tears  its  language  be. 
The  Lord  is  ni^h  to  answer  me. 


DECEMBER  31. 

When  a  few  years    are  come,  then  I  shall  go  tae  way 
whence  I  shall  not  return  — Job  xvi    22. 

As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind  : 
Swiftly  thus  cur  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  ; 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise  ; 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 


HOUSE    OF    MY    PILGRIMAGE.  315 

Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view. 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old, 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
And  when  Life's  short  tale  is  told, 

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